Not yet...
This past week I went hunting twice (if you start my week on Tuesday, since I actually was hunting Sunday and Monday, too, but those days were part of a larger trip... and that parenthetical statement was very long).
Wed. morning I went with DeLon and Ralph, which was different, as I don't know those two men well, so it was nice to get out with them. I think I'd like to get to know Ralph more, as I get the impression he has a heart with deep waters, though they are the silent type. Neither Ralph nor I saw anything. We didn't even see any sign. DeLon saw a buck and doe, but wasn't in a position to get a shot. It was disappointing.
Saturday morning (Nov. 15) I went hunting with Bill. We went up Lolo Creek, then took a right up Fish Creek. It was a great trip, as we saw 5 deer that day. My first one was a little ways above me, about 50 yards or less. I thought I hit it, but apparently I just grazed it, and/or it fell in the process to avoid the bullet. Whatever the case, I saw it tumble, but before I could get another shell in the chamber, it had got up and bolted. I was bummed. We looked for blood, but couldn't find any, so we are pretty sure it wasn't injured seriously. On the way back to the truck we saw two cross the trail in front of us, but they were already at full speed when they crossed the trail, so we didn't even have a chance of tracking them through the brush. Bill saw one a bit earlier, but couldn't get a good shot at it through the brush. Finally, I had a similar experience with a doe right along Fish Creek. We spotted her as we were driving by. I tried to quietly get out and shoot her, but she bolted into this little stand of willows, fir, and general underbrush. There weren't many leaves, but she new how to hide. I chased her around, playing hide-n-seek for about 30 minutes before she disappeared and I couldn't find her again. Every time I saw her, she was either in the middle of too much brush, or she'd bolt when I brought my rifle up. I kept getting a good look at the white flag on her back side. That was a full day, and a good one. I enjoy Bill's company immensely.
I've got only 10 more days of hunting before we leave for Thanksgiving. We may even add an extra hour to our drive by taking that Fish Creek road to I-90 on our way to the parent's home in WA. This week I'm hoping to make at least 2 days, and maybe a third if I can. The meat's needed. Yet Shari reminds me again and again that God may provide this way, or He may provide our winter meat some other way, but He will provide. At least this way can be enjoyable.
Wed. morning I went with DeLon and Ralph, which was different, as I don't know those two men well, so it was nice to get out with them. I think I'd like to get to know Ralph more, as I get the impression he has a heart with deep waters, though they are the silent type. Neither Ralph nor I saw anything. We didn't even see any sign. DeLon saw a buck and doe, but wasn't in a position to get a shot. It was disappointing.
Saturday morning (Nov. 15) I went hunting with Bill. We went up Lolo Creek, then took a right up Fish Creek. It was a great trip, as we saw 5 deer that day. My first one was a little ways above me, about 50 yards or less. I thought I hit it, but apparently I just grazed it, and/or it fell in the process to avoid the bullet. Whatever the case, I saw it tumble, but before I could get another shell in the chamber, it had got up and bolted. I was bummed. We looked for blood, but couldn't find any, so we are pretty sure it wasn't injured seriously. On the way back to the truck we saw two cross the trail in front of us, but they were already at full speed when they crossed the trail, so we didn't even have a chance of tracking them through the brush. Bill saw one a bit earlier, but couldn't get a good shot at it through the brush. Finally, I had a similar experience with a doe right along Fish Creek. We spotted her as we were driving by. I tried to quietly get out and shoot her, but she bolted into this little stand of willows, fir, and general underbrush. There weren't many leaves, but she new how to hide. I chased her around, playing hide-n-seek for about 30 minutes before she disappeared and I couldn't find her again. Every time I saw her, she was either in the middle of too much brush, or she'd bolt when I brought my rifle up. I kept getting a good look at the white flag on her back side. That was a full day, and a good one. I enjoy Bill's company immensely.
I've got only 10 more days of hunting before we leave for Thanksgiving. We may even add an extra hour to our drive by taking that Fish Creek road to I-90 on our way to the parent's home in WA. This week I'm hoping to make at least 2 days, and maybe a third if I can. The meat's needed. Yet Shari reminds me again and again that God may provide this way, or He may provide our winter meat some other way, but He will provide. At least this way can be enjoyable.
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