Break time is over.Time for your daughter to get after the monarch. Great storytelling,one the best I've read in a long time.
Posts: 1084 | From: Ky in Arizona | Registered: Apr 2008
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The archer took a piece of cord from his pack. He tied off one end to the bulls rear leg with a timber hitch and ran its length around a nearby aspen. He made three full wraps against the trees smooth powdery skin with the braided cord, not bothering to trap the tag end. He shortened the cord by degrees, putting more and more tension on it until the bulls leg was up and out of his way. Working steadily over the bull, he paused only for water and to straighten his aching back. The day wained until the archer had to take his headlamp from his pack. He took care to snack, chewing his bites as he bent to the task. Finally, almost three hours later, he had all the game bags filled. These he hung close to the cool moist ground of the moss island. It was late and the archer weighed the wisdom of taking a load out that night. He knew he was tired. It was very dark and he could hear the night stirrings of the forest around him. He tilted back his head and tried to see beyond the protective crown of the canopy above him. A great horned owl called its intent and far away up the mountain the archer heard a long, faint bugle. He found his pack and took out his thin ground pad and sleeping bag. He washed off his hands and using a small wet cloth wiped the long day from his face and neck. Finally, he took a last drink of water and climbed into the open bag, exhausted. There would be no rain tonight and he was soon asleep. It took the archer almost two days to get the bull off the mountain. The last trip in to carry out the giant rack was the most difficult and he had to carefully pace himself against over-racing his body. He ate as much as he could, often snacking before he was hungry. But in the end it was will power that got the fantastic antlers off of lower Bull Mountain. The archer was glad when his truck finally came into view on the way out. He knew it was over. He took the time to cover the rack with some canvas. He then tied it all off to the trucks bed rails using some old rope he found laying there. He went around to the front of the truck and opened the drivers side door to get in. The archer was so weak he had to lift his leg up with his arms for his boot to clear the running board. He drove slowly toward home, but soon found himself on Husky's trace instead. With a tired lurch he stalled his truck to a stop in the turnaround outside the old mountain mans shanty. The old man was not around and the archer removed the giant antlers from the back of the truck. Hefting them one last time onto his shoulders he walked them over to the rough hewn porch of the shanty. The archer stuck a short note onto one of the tines and getting back into his truck he drove home...
-------------------- Learn, practice and pass on "leave no trace" ethics, no matter where you hunt. Posts: 1105 | From: colorado | Registered: May 2009
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JHG, I hope your enjoying this as much as we are!!!
I know we Trad Hunters can get a bit antsy sometimes but its just becouse its soooooo good
Ill just pretend like im waiting on that big buck this fall and exercise some patince.................................................................................................................. Here comes a spike, I cant resist!!!!!! Iv never been good at being patient KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK......when you get the time
Posts: 419 | From: Eastern Iowa | Registered: Jan 2009
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