Yes, I am fortunate. I HAVE a job. Not only that, it is a job with many opportunities to shine, to have contact with many wonderful people, and to see the outdoors every day. It also reminds me daily that I am not in the woods this year. I am usually gone for three weeks, returning in late November smelling of woodsmoke and full of images of foggy mountain mornings, snow, and fleeting glimpses of a life long ago and in-your-face real.
Yesterday was a case in point. I had Tuesday and Wednesday off, but with the leaves so dry, and the WMA full of holiday smokepolers, this groundhunter decided to stay home instead of hunting. Wednesday was overcast and cool, but the leaves were so crunchy...I took some shafts and two fletching jigs and the dog over to the archery club. Leaves were about a foot deep between the parking lot and the clubhouse. As I fluffled through them, I couldn't even hear myself think over the racket. I saw white flickers out back of the practice butts as the resident deer fled from the frightful noise.
I quickly got the woodstove lit, and the red oak's fragrant smoke began to calm my nerves as the coffee brewed. I was soon lost in the measuring and cutting of fletches, running beadlines and making sure that the clamps laid the quills smooth to the shafts. I worked slowly, enjoying the fact that much unlike a day at work, I could take my time and fuss over the little details without worrying about evaluated hours or beating the rush hour home.
It was almost dark when I got done finishing off the newly burned fletches, the drops of glue fore and aft drying as I aired out the clubroom. I realized that I had not shot any of my own arrows that I had brought along, so I took some out with my bow, leaving the dog in the clubhouse.
As I made my way toward the broadhead targets, I heard the buck grunt, and squatted to watch. Dimly I saw them in the darkening woods. A misty rain was falling, and the shadowy forms of four deer walked slowly across the finger of ridge toward the draw. Oh well. I figured that they would be moving all day, and they did, and now with a cold dark and rainy night ahead, they were getting their yayas out while they could.
I shot six arrows, and headed back, mission accomplished. Gotta get home and get ready for work in the morning.
Killdeer