dryhumor
When an old man dies, a library is lost forever...
Welp, 5am…. Quietly worked out a few minutes. Pushed the button on the coffee machine, poured a cup and had coffee and a bear claw. No TV, no lights, no noise, just some light reading on the phone.
5 min to 6… put on my hunting clothes, head cover, wrapped the ghillie fringe around my head. Pick up the 6br, check the illuminated reticle, safety off… quietly unlock the door. Quietly ease the door open. Quietly ease out and take that first step. Quietly ease down the steps I’ve covered in an old towel to deaden any sound.
Had just enough road noise to walk to my spot. It crossed my mind that that rooster must be getting old over at the neighbors house. That little pecker used to crow all night. The upside, was I could time my steps to his crows. Guess we getting old…
Eased towards my spot. Looking all around; nothing. Good deal. Most times when I ease out of the house there are deer within 20 yards.
I put the ear plugs in and watch both the area and my watch. Lot of time for thinking on a stand.
I think about that nice 8 point I had pictures of on the 19th of September. First and last time I saw him. I wonder if I jinxed it by naming him Tall Boy… probably not. I wonder if that shot I heard a couple days after that picture might have been his demise… hmmm
Watch says it’s legal shooting time….
I started thinking again; you’ll have that. I wondered how the country got to be in this state. Thought about how much better retirement is than work. Thought about how many hours I’d spent in life working. I figured it out once. Took my overtime hours and converted it to straight time, and figured by age, I’d been working full time since I was the equivalent of six years old. What a sorry state of affairs…
Getting just bit lighter now. Slight crack of orange in the east. Winds still good, mostly NE. Looks like fog over the pond. 125 acres farm behind me. The owners have been clearing the fence line. I wondered how much effect it might have on deer patterns. I’d pretty much figured out their comings and goings. They really liked that pasture side of the fence line… unfortunately.
More light. Thought I’d listen to the world wake up and slowly pulled my ear plugs out. Watch said it was getting a bit late to see a deer here. But like treasure hunter Mel Fisher used to say, “todays the day”. Saw the sunrise was going to be just a get brighter affair, not one with the beauty of colored clouds. Too dry, need a little rain. Listened for the wood ducks… nothing. Sometimes they are on the pond, sometimes not.
Started hearing the birds waking up. Wait… what…. That was a step. There… out of the corner of my eye, that’s a good deer… that’s the 8 point…. Nope, not THAT 8 point. The 6br still sits idle. I’ve wondered before if these local deer are used to my scent. Evidently they are, good to know it. The buck came from both down and cross wind. He’s just ambling along. I glance at the rifle… he pauses on my food plot… 40 yards… nope. He’s not the 8 point I decided on. I watch him ease on in the woods.
Onion sausage, eggs, toast with strawberry jam… started thinking it was about time for breakfast.
One of the birds living close started moving around and talking a bit. Ain’t moving now.. evidently it was a bird to bird conversation between the male and female. I wasn’t moving, and out of the corner of my eye from 5 feet away, it didn’t seem that they were concerned with me. Which is good. As they left to find breakfast, I decided to do the same.
Quietly and slowly I stood up. Quietly I eased back into the house.
5 min to 6… put on my hunting clothes, head cover, wrapped the ghillie fringe around my head. Pick up the 6br, check the illuminated reticle, safety off… quietly unlock the door. Quietly ease the door open. Quietly ease out and take that first step. Quietly ease down the steps I’ve covered in an old towel to deaden any sound.
Had just enough road noise to walk to my spot. It crossed my mind that that rooster must be getting old over at the neighbors house. That little pecker used to crow all night. The upside, was I could time my steps to his crows. Guess we getting old…
Eased towards my spot. Looking all around; nothing. Good deal. Most times when I ease out of the house there are deer within 20 yards.
I put the ear plugs in and watch both the area and my watch. Lot of time for thinking on a stand.
I think about that nice 8 point I had pictures of on the 19th of September. First and last time I saw him. I wonder if I jinxed it by naming him Tall Boy… probably not. I wonder if that shot I heard a couple days after that picture might have been his demise… hmmm
Watch says it’s legal shooting time….
I started thinking again; you’ll have that. I wondered how the country got to be in this state. Thought about how much better retirement is than work. Thought about how many hours I’d spent in life working. I figured it out once. Took my overtime hours and converted it to straight time, and figured by age, I’d been working full time since I was the equivalent of six years old. What a sorry state of affairs…
Getting just bit lighter now. Slight crack of orange in the east. Winds still good, mostly NE. Looks like fog over the pond. 125 acres farm behind me. The owners have been clearing the fence line. I wondered how much effect it might have on deer patterns. I’d pretty much figured out their comings and goings. They really liked that pasture side of the fence line… unfortunately.
More light. Thought I’d listen to the world wake up and slowly pulled my ear plugs out. Watch said it was getting a bit late to see a deer here. But like treasure hunter Mel Fisher used to say, “todays the day”. Saw the sunrise was going to be just a get brighter affair, not one with the beauty of colored clouds. Too dry, need a little rain. Listened for the wood ducks… nothing. Sometimes they are on the pond, sometimes not.
Started hearing the birds waking up. Wait… what…. That was a step. There… out of the corner of my eye, that’s a good deer… that’s the 8 point…. Nope, not THAT 8 point. The 6br still sits idle. I’ve wondered before if these local deer are used to my scent. Evidently they are, good to know it. The buck came from both down and cross wind. He’s just ambling along. I glance at the rifle… he pauses on my food plot… 40 yards… nope. He’s not the 8 point I decided on. I watch him ease on in the woods.
Onion sausage, eggs, toast with strawberry jam… started thinking it was about time for breakfast.
One of the birds living close started moving around and talking a bit. Ain’t moving now.. evidently it was a bird to bird conversation between the male and female. I wasn’t moving, and out of the corner of my eye from 5 feet away, it didn’t seem that they were concerned with me. Which is good. As they left to find breakfast, I decided to do the same.
Quietly and slowly I stood up. Quietly I eased back into the house.
