That afternoon I hung the buck in the shade of the barn out back of the house. He'd cool out well there and be in the shade most of the day.
It was pretty cool all day.
In the evening I returned to the little patch of oaks in the finger of timber near the equiptment road.
It would be good enough for a last hunt and I had no great need to gather in more meat to deal with.
The late afternoon turned golden as warm light broke through the steely skies, rending great holes in the overcast which spilled yellow tinted rays of warmth across the forest. (whew! :D )
Except for the constant stirring of squirrels there was little going on.
At some point a little black flash broke into the timbers edge. Immediately behind the little bird came a Kestrel, darting and weaving through the trees at a speed which made him only visible and not much more.
Had I been looking elsewhere, I'd have not seen any of it. Cool stuff right there!
A little before dark a small doe came under the oaks to feed. I watched her the whole time and considered shooting her, but never took the bow from it's branch.
She finally fed away and spooking at something way down wind bounded off with tail high.
I never did figure out what spooked her.
It had been a good trip with an old friend. I break pretty hard on my pal Butch from time to time. Probably always will.
He's quirky and the quirks make me crazy. But hell, I'm quirky too and he puts up with me.
I doubt there isn't anything old Butch wouldn't do for anyone... stranger or not. There's not a mean bone in his body and his intentions are always honorable if not a little misguided at times.
He's pleasant company even when the huntin's tough and always seems to have a smile. I've learned a lot from him.
Topic: The Way East.... another bowhunting journey. (Read 26903 times)
