The season thus far has been full roller coaster ride of almost, closer and finally floodgates of success. In a year where I have seen as many coyotes as whitetails and killed twice as many as well, getting a chance to share it with you folks is very cool.
It has been awhile. Photobucket sucks, sorry. I think this other site Imgur is going to work. I have some yarns to spin.
First, I went moose hunting in BC. I simply should have stayed home. I trashed my knee prior to the hunt rolling with young dudes in jiujitsu and decided I was tough enough to gut out the hunt. Wrong. So I got back and built some haybale blinds and had surgery. I knew my hunting would be limited and relegated to the ground.
Now I'll talk about those in a how to later sometime. They work very well with a few haybales sitting around. Full disclosure here though. I am spoiled rotten. I was a grinder like many of us on public ground for many years but took the plunge a few years back and bought a farm. It is used for 4 weeks of November and little else other than to put in a few plots, to shed hunt and to grow a little grain. So, this is a set up. You can blindfold me and dump me in the middle of my thicket and I'd walk out and tell you where I'd been. I know most of these deer, work my arse off hinge cutting and planning the next crop of doe family groups to both feed my family and to entice the local swinging you-know-what whitetail bucks to give them a whirl. That is where the haybales come in
After killing a doe the 3rd week in October I elected to get the darn knee fixed. I had decided to shoot a doe if there was a chance because I have a self imposed "No Doe November". I made a good shot and let my wife know date night got moved to the woods near the pasture as we had a little work to do. As usual she took it in stride. I cooked up dinner the next day to make up for it.
*Heart exit
* The good stuff
So 2 days after killing our first of the year I went under the knife. 48 hours later I went deer hunting, catching a ride with my 15 year old. It was the pre-rut and nothing would keep me out of the woods. I had to wait until my wife went to the store first. The following week I spent hunting with Monty Browning. We cooked a lot of good food, laughed and basically hunted every minute we could. One of us found a little success.
Topic: Illinois Bow Season...highs, lows, bloody arras (Read 2233 times)
