Nope. Not funny anymore...now that I am back. I woulda stayed out, 'cept I gotta make money to support the new truck. Sometimes I think we are just support systems for our vehicles!
I hunted Botetourt one afternoon on the 24th, when I visited Motormouth at his grandparents' farm. What a beautiful expanse of country, a warm day, wonderful people and a hunt, to boot!
I hunt Highland County, in the GW Nat'l Forest for three weeks in November. This was my twenty-first season doing so. I went up and erected camp on the 5th, and returned yesterday. The first week is dedicated to bowhunting, the second week muzzleloader season starts. The third week is the start of rifle season.
This year, for various reasons, I killed no earthly thing but Time, and I think I hit a small owl on the way home, a screech or a saw whet owl who thought too long in the middle of my lane in the dark. Bummer. I hate killing things I don't mean to.
My camera was acting dead for much of the time that I was up there, I was disorganized from the outset, and I got sick halfway through the trip. In short, I wish I were still out there, as it sure as heck beats working!
Oh, and I saw HIM. OK, I admit it, antlers are exciting.
It was during the first week, I will have to get my journal out...no I won't, it was Thursday the ninth of November when I saw the Golden Boy of the ridge I like to hunt. The ridge is a horseshoe, with a steepish bowl in the center. It is primarily hardwoods, with a bedding area on one side consisting of red pines and red spruce that stop at the bowl, and another of laurel on the other side, inside the bowl. The edge of the laurel, where it meets the hardwoods in the bowl and about 80 yards from the topline is where three cherry trees fell in a clump. I call the rootball's pit the Pawnshop. It is fortuitously located at the end of a laurel-shrouded 'chute' that makes an escape trail through the hardwoods from the topline of the ridge into the laurel bedding area. deer come at any pace but a walk down this, pause to check the wind, and then enter the bedding area. The scene is set.
Killdeer~where is my journal? What is on my camera's memory card that I can offer up? Gad! Look at the mess in this house!