Sitting here watching the freezing rain and snizzle come down reminds me of a hunt where toilet paper saved the day... but not in its usual way.
I was deep in the Arkansas River bottom hunting a north-central Oklahoma property that had very little pressure. It was big timber woods, Ash, Red Elm and Black Walnuts the size of truck hoods with an open understory. I had a pack stool and my ghillie suit so was basicly a walking ground blind.
When I got started the weather was dry and cold. The kind of Oklahoma morning that can freeze the inside of your nose if you breath in too fast. I managed to get over the fence at the edge of the field and down into the bottom that, according to the land owner, had never been logged, never been farmed. As I got set up the weather started to get darker instead of lighter. By 730 it began to mist and the temperature drop.
As the temps continued to fall a big doe came by well within my range so I drew, released and made a good shot. As I packed my gear up and waited the usual half hour, it began to rain. Not just rain but that kind of rain we get here in Oklahoma that is half rain, half sleet and half snow... snizzle. I picked up the pace and got after the blood trail before it washed away.
I found the arrow with good bright blood and was standing where she had been when I turned loose of the string, but how to mark the spot in the fading sight conditions? I reached in my pack and grabbed the one thing you never leave home without, TP in a ziplock bag.
I twisted a square around some brush at chest level and began to blood trail. Everywhere I found a drop or a dribble I twisted a square in the brush. After fifty yards the wet conditions took their toll... washed out. I began the slow ever widening circles that might show me more, but didnt. As I paused and looked up I could see my white markers making a sharp curve towards the river. I went back to the beginning and followed the curve of markers and when I got to the last one I continued the arc. She was piled up another twenty yards along the circle back towards where I was sitting and behind a log.
I eventually would have found her. I definitely would have been wetter and colder than I was if I hadn't marked the blood trail.
TP is a magical thing... for many reasons.
Stay warm, stay dry.
OkKeith
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