Got out today for my final pre-season scouting. 65ºF and sunny. I'm not sure I can hunt at these temperatures. :haha: I mean it. All my blaze orange is 300 gr Thinsulate or better. :rotf:
Left the rifle, horn and shot pouch in my car and just took the haversack. I've been wanting to lay a path to one particular spot and, by cutting through the white pine, dogwood and thorn apple brushlot below it, I saved a long and noisy walk around. The "goal" is a open stand of mature hemlock above a marshy spot in a hill's saddle. Actually, just below the open woods and in where I can watch the disused logging path (which I can now avoid having to use at all) and two thickets on either side of that just before the woods open out. 40 yards off is a two acre glen with a huge oak at the far end and browse along the edges. I can't so much cover the glen from my spot, but I can see a long ways through the woods on the hillside above it. Several scrapes in the path. It's still a long, uphill walk from the road. But now I have a "back door" from a previously unapproachable direction (used to be hands and knees work through some of it).
Afterwards, I wandered down to some past successful spots and had a pipeful of Plumbeau's tabac, and reflected on hunts past. Munched some jerky and sipped some water. Kicked up three deer while crossing a stream to get back (one "maybe" had a small rack). Farmer wasn't home but his cat came out and talked to me. Life is good. I needed a recharge and realignment after the past few days.
A wonderful, unpressured afternoon in my second home. This will be my 25th year of hunting that hill, and it has provided me with food and so much more.
Left the rifle, horn and shot pouch in my car and just took the haversack. I've been wanting to lay a path to one particular spot and, by cutting through the white pine, dogwood and thorn apple brushlot below it, I saved a long and noisy walk around. The "goal" is a open stand of mature hemlock above a marshy spot in a hill's saddle. Actually, just below the open woods and in where I can watch the disused logging path (which I can now avoid having to use at all) and two thickets on either side of that just before the woods open out. 40 yards off is a two acre glen with a huge oak at the far end and browse along the edges. I can't so much cover the glen from my spot, but I can see a long ways through the woods on the hillside above it. Several scrapes in the path. It's still a long, uphill walk from the road. But now I have a "back door" from a previously unapproachable direction (used to be hands and knees work through some of it).
Afterwards, I wandered down to some past successful spots and had a pipeful of Plumbeau's tabac, and reflected on hunts past. Munched some jerky and sipped some water. Kicked up three deer while crossing a stream to get back (one "maybe" had a small rack). Farmer wasn't home but his cat came out and talked to me. Life is good. I needed a recharge and realignment after the past few days.
A wonderful, unpressured afternoon in my second home. This will be my 25th year of hunting that hill, and it has provided me with food and so much more.