I took a crash course in beaver hunting 101 last night. Thanks to my good friend Mike G and my new friend Captain Chuck, I had the good fortune to participate in one of the most fun and exciting hunting adventures of my life so far.
The adventure began at around 8:30 Pm when we took to the river. It was dead calm and very mild. after about a mile we entered the killing fields but the tide wasn't right yet and we had to wait for the action to begin.
A half hour into our hunt the action began. Our first beaver sighting! Being the good guides that they are, Mike and Chuck allowed the new guy to have the first crack. The shot played out just like you would plan it, only to have the new guy blow the shot. Yes, that's right, I was the new guy. The same thing happened on the next chance.
Finally Mike had to relieve me of my duties and get the ball rolling. He connected on a nice 40-45 lbs. fur ball. After breaking the ice he allowed me to continue my education.
After a short search we located another beaver and it was my turn once again. This beaver was out on some river weeds ( I'm not sure which type) and I made a good shot only to have the beaver disappear into it's den. My last opportunity happened later, a good shot resulted in the beaver beaching and I thought I would finally have a pelt to display proudly. Not so, at the last moment it started back toward the river. I tried to anchor it with another shot but despite placing a great second arrow it splashed into the river.
We were out until 3:45 AM and had action all night. I am amazed at the speed and agility of these animals. Recovery depends on conditions to be absolutely perfect. Needless to say that doesn't always happen.
I had intended to take lot's of pictures but in the heat of the moment my camera never left my pack.