Can you believe that Shawn and Cindy handed over a truck to a stranger?
They didn't SEEM nervous about it, so I did that for them. It was both hands at ten and two for every mile! Friday dawned, and I made coffee and got free eats at the motel. Museum, with its treasures of regional artifacts? Or Five Rivers with its trove of wildlife and new birds for my lifelist? Shawn had said that he wanted to shoot some with Damon at his dad's house at 8:30. Fashionably late, I arrive at 9. Vacant. Dang!
Five Rivers? Mmmm. I went back to the Wal-Mart for the tape that Shawn told me not to buy, plus some food and to peruse the sporting goods section. (Ours get dissected and disappear sometime in November.) I went over later in the day to help Shawn and Cindy with some last minute prep to the house. The work they gave me to do was symbolic, little diddly stuff, punctuated by a beer or two. When all was as good as it would get, Shawn took me to the kiddy slopes to introduce me to the concepts behind Bunny Hunting.
What a guide! Never having done anything like this before, he walked me through it (as he walked through stands of living barbed wire) and never made me feel stupid. I had no concept of the significance of blue snow, and had never noticed bunny cuttings before. Sure, I knew the difference between deer browsing and bunny clipping, but had never seen so many saplings girdled and gnawn by these mini-beavers. It was awesome. He must have flushed out ten rabbits on the first drive, all of which fled gaily into the woodlot across the trail. Some paused to point and make rude gestures at me. :p
Having hunted deer for half my life on public land, I was used to that.
Killdeer