Lump in my Throat

Absolutely Broke my Heart

Written by Cameo Smith,  Mt. Wolf, PA:

Twas' 11 days before Christmas, around 9:38

when 20 beautiful children stormed through heaven's gate.

There smiles were contagious, their laughter filled the air.

They could hardly believe all the beauty they saw there.

They were filled with such joy, they didn't know what to say.

They remembered nothing of what happened earlier that day.

"Where are we?" asked a little girl, as quiet as a mouse.

"This is heaven." declared a small boy. "we're spending Christmas at God's house."

When what to their wondering eyes did appear,

but Jesus, their savior, the children gathered near. 

He looked at them and smiled, and they smiled just the same.

Then He opened his arms and He called them by name.

and in that moment was joy, that only heaven can bring. 

Those children all flew into the arms of their King

and as they lingered in the warmth of His embrace,

one small girl turned and looked at Jesus' face.

and as if He could read all the questions she had

He gently whispered to her, "I'll take care of mom and dad."

then he looked down on earth, the world far below

He saw all the hurt, the sorrow, and woe

then he closed His eyes and He outstretched His hand,

"Let My power and presence re-enter this land!"

"may this country be delivered from the hands of fools"

"I'm taking back my nation. I'm taking back my schools!"

then He and the children stood up without a sound.

"come now my children, let me show you around."

Excitement filled the space, some skipped, some ran.

all displaying enthusiasm that only a small child can.

and I heard him proclaim as he walked out of sight,

"in the midst of this darkness, I AM STILL THE LIGHT."

Christmas Cookie Chaos

Yesterday was Rachel's annual day for excess use of sugar and butter. A little flour was added merely out of formality. There were a few duds in the start. A pirouette type thing turn out to be much more difficult than in the brochure. A rolled layer cookie from the fridge bombed bad. I woke up to Rachel trying to chip them off the pan. What made this difficult is 'log' was coated in Nerds before cut into cookies and then baked. Nerds melt. and then turn into cement. I spent about an hour chipping and salvaging as much as I could. Rachel admitted defeat, but they tasted great and I didn't want them to go to waste. We, mostly Rachel, continued the bake-fest through the afternoon. Seven total variations in total were baked. Christmas tree cookies, star cookies, cut-out frosted, dipped Oreos, dipped Animal Cracker Balls, Whoppy Pies, and the failed Nerd cookie pieces, dipped, and covered in Nerds. Chaos from the beginning to the end.

The Whoppy Pie marshmellow fluff gave us such fits we pitched the rest of it. Soooo.....


I played with it.

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Not Fred

Morning of the 17th Rachel and I hunted Coleman's in the new ladder stand that Dad and Michael put up in a multi-stemmed maple just east of the corner. It was not seriously cold, but it was cold compared to what we had been used to. We weren't able to sit long, but for what time we did, I rattled on the ground beneath Rachel. I hadn't rattled for 5 minutes when a really nice basket showed his face. He was on our side of the creek and then crossed to use the wind to his advantage. He is the same buck that both Dad and Michael have seen there, but he was having none of our game once he winded us. Shortly after seeing him we headed out.

I spent the afternoon working on little things back at the ranch with Michael, and with the wind as it was, I almost decided to call it. I asked Rachel if she was hunting that night, and I no more than sent my text and she came over the hill. Can't fault her sheer will....

I really didn't know my plan as I was tagged out and the place we were hunting was going to be difficult to just sit without messing up Michael or Rachel. We walked the dry creek bed all the way to the stand Rachel was to set up in. We let her get into her stand and then turned down the next dry creek to Michael's set up. I figured I would just walk the creek the rest of the way up and sit in the willows in hopes of popping a coyote with my .17. I got half the way there when Michael claps at me and points towards the willows. There was an SUV parked next to the spot I was going to sit.
Shit.
I called Dad and he said trappers. I figured things would just have to work itself out. They pulled a loop and parked it behind me. I sat pivoting to see them, while watching the woods in front of me. Not 15 minutes after I had sat down, a buck ran the creek right in front of Michael and stopped in front of him in the field. I had no idea what was going on. I kept silently screaming "SHOOT!!!!" I put my range finder on it and saw weird body language. I still didn't know what was going on. It started trotting off and I looked at it again when it hit me. I could see blood coating the left side of the buck with an arrow dangling out that side. He had shot.
Wait.....
His quiver was hanging from his tree and from my distance I thought it was his entire bow. At this point the light-bulb finally blinked to life. I grabbed my phone and in one fluid motion I opened it and she was there.
"Was that you?!?!?! Did you shoot?"
"Yeah, I think it was a gut hit though."
"UH...It looked good from my view, there was blood right behind the shoulder."
It was determined that the shot may have been quartering a bit, but she didn't think that much. She did says the hit was back for sure. I called Michael and told him to sit tight. I got up right away and went straight for the trapper guys. I crossed the beaver pond and walked right up to their set. Grandfather, father, son clan trapping coyotes. Very nice guys. The old guy said he had been trapping there for 43 years and this was our first encounter. He was a very nice guy and I merely inquired as to there evening plan. I told them my wife had just shot a buck and the hit was marginal. They had no plans to go over to that area the rest of the night and warned me of a large trap in one of the runs. I parted with a smile and a good luck.
There is hope in this world after all. 
I called Dad to keep him in the loop, called Michael to tell him to still hunt until dark, and then Rachel to tell her I was on my way to sit with her. I got her out of the stand safely (seems so much more important these days...) and we sat on the ground next to her stand developing the game plan. We decided that once Michael got to us, we were going to back out. Michael informed us when the buck ran past he saw what looked like a gut plug where the entry hole was, and that he had a chance to shoot it again but was uncertain if that was acceptable. We informed him until it is on the ground to shoot until empty. We then backed out.
Supper of pork chops, hashbrowns, and stemmed broccoli courtesy of Dad. While eating dinner we discussed the buck in question. There was a buck that frequented the area that both Dad and Michael had seen multiple times, and both had opportunities to harvest. They named him Fred as he was such a regular. He had a broken right side, missing the latter half of his main beam. We put Rachel in the stand we did so she could shoot Fred and there was a strong possibility she accomplished that.
At one point I called Nick and he suggested to wait overnight and track in the morning.
Instant mutiny.
We did decide to wait until 8:00 before we headed back out. Dad came with for the tracking and brought the van and trailer. He also decided when we got there to drive through a gap in the dike and drive through the field to about where we would start tracking.
It took awhile but we finally found blood. Dad started the trail and led the way. Five yards in we find the arrow. Great blood, and doesn't smell bad; good sign. After the arrow got dicey. Blood was the size of pin tips. We tracked another 15 yards when Dad says,
"Is this big, brown, dead thing what we are looking for?"
The damn thing went barely 25 yards into the bugaloo and bedded down before expiring. It was a HUGE relief knowing that we had another buck down, and without a tracking odyssey. Rachel, to say the least, was ecstatic.

Rachel did her own gut job, and in her own, 'wrong' fashion... ;) We found out the shot was weird. She hit guts, paunch, liver, and a small corner of one lung. That deer was dead before we backed out that night. Still, knowing this, I am glad we waited as at the time there were too many unknowns, and I was not going to jump another deer. This time we didn't get that opportunity.
Dad brought the sled, but with as tangled and dense as the underbrush was, and the sheer body size of the buck, it was easy to just have Michael beast the thing out.

On the way out we almost bottomed out the van on the dike. This could have made for a much longer evening, but we managed to bull our way out. We got the deer hung in the tree to cool over night, and called it and evening. Upon further review, we decided that this was as titled, "Not Fred". Dad still thinks it was, but it could be a case of mistaken identity. This was the same buck that Michael had come right under the stand chasing a doe earlier this season. That was the same stand from which Rachel shot this buck.
Sunday morning we went through the butcher process as we always to.

It was nice to have another buck in the freezer. It's been a tough season for everyone, and success was welcome. I must also mention the amount of help we got from Michael not only with the deer, but all break. It was nice to have another strong back to heave pretty much anything I asked of him.
I paid him in bullets and Dr Pepper. :)


Tonight I mounted the buck on a hunk of the cherry cancer that Nick collected a few summers ago. It's awesome to say the least.

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Bow Camp

This has turned out to be a rather difficult season all-around. This bow camp was no exception. Friday evening the guys got out before I made it out to the house. Lisa was just leaving for a meeting when I got there. No deer shot and not much for shot opportunities. We had brats and backstraps for supper. In all honesty, everyone seemed stressed. It was still great hang out and talk deer, but there was a tension about the clan.

Saturday morning. Kurt, Michael, Poindexter, and myself headed for the public. Long walk for everyone, although I branched off to hunt my turkey corner. Ten minutes after sun-up these two guys pull a loop and set up 80 yards from me. Turkey hunters. I stand up and wave to them, so in the event a bird comes, I don't get peppered. They stop, look, and then bury themselves into the brambles. It's good to know there are inconsiderate bastards no matter where you go. As soon as they leave I get up, swap out some clothing as it is heating up fast, and head to the big field to glass for awhile. Walking out the guys tell me they saw three big deer. Nick and Michael saw a brute, and almost got a shot, but they don't get big being dumb. As we continue to walk out I tell the guys about the turkey hunters. We get 20 yards from them before I notice them standing on the field edge on the trail. I stopped to inquire about their morning. I asked them why they still set up next to me, and that I was there well before they were. No recollection of me being there. Struck by blindness they were. Nick and Michael both noted that their gun safety skills were deplorable. Gun barrels were swinging the entire conversation. Breakfast of Biscuits and gravy, eggs, and a half gallon of milk if you are Kurt.
Nap time. Afternoon hunt Rachel joined us. She went home Friday evening as there was a baby shower for her cousin Saturday morning.
Saturday Evening. HOT and WINDY. The storm front was making its way in but it was still upper 70's and windy as hell. Nick sent Rachel and I to a field edge stand. I brought a hanger stand with so I could just sit in the tree with Rachel. Got to the stand with plenty of time so I could have time to set up the hanger. I got up the tree and in the ladder stand to set it up. I got the first strap on and cinched. I got onto the stand to put on the second strap. I was standing, but crouching, when my world came crumbling down. Literally.

One second I am standing in the tree, the next I am on the ground, ears ringing, back throbbing. I don't know what happened. Rachel stood over me and all she could muster was, "Are you ok????"I just laid on the ground trying to catch my breath. I was sweating profusely, and my back was killing me. "Is your leg ok????" She must have seen something I didn't, but my legs were fine. At this point I could only do the most logical thing. I laughed; hysterically. When I regained composure I told Rachel I was ok and wanted to hunt anyway. The stand stayed on the ground and so did I. It was the most uncomfortable sit of my life. I drifted in and out for the better part of an hour, the pain in my tailbone becoming more and more prevalent.
I looked around the tree to see three does filter into the field. I looked up at Rachel waiting for her to see them as well. See looks down at me, and motions if she should shoot. I said no does tonight but I was not about to turn down an opportunity. I managed to stand behind the tree and range them at every step. We waited close to twenty minutes before a shot presented itself. Nick set up across the woods, and was able to see the whole thing unfold. At one point he even texted me to stop moving as he could see me from a couple hundred yards away. I sat still long enough to watch Rachel launch and arrow. She managed to hit her coat with the string which gave the doe a jump on the string. The arrow hit, and she barreled across the field. Tracking in the dark was impossible with crappy flashlights and I was in a bad way. I hobbled my way across the field to the truck. Everyone at camp headed back out but me. Ice, and goo-goo-bombs. A friend of Nick's stopped by with his daughter for dinner and he brought his daughter. We hung out and talked deer while they searched. They came back for dinner with no deer. After venison stew, they continued the search. Lisa, Dad, the kid-let, and myself stayed at the house. No deer in the end. It was determined a non-fatal hit. Everyone was as the trend held, rather edgy and borderline grumpy. Rachel drove us back to our apartment where ice and sleep awaited.

Sunday morning. Rachel and I slept in. Found out later so did everyone else. Weather was super crappy and it wasn't worth it. We didn't get back out to the house until late afternoon. Cold hunt for the guys. Made burgers, and brats and made sure they were ready to eat when they got back. All were cold, Michael was an icicle. Camp disbanded abruptly and that was that. End of camp 2012.

Sore today. Neck, elbow, tailbone, and found out thanks to a co-worker, my ribs are tender as well. My back no longer sounds like rice krispies when I bend over. Could have been much worse.



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Western Iowa Pheasants

Sunday and today brought an opportunity to hunt some pheasants with my boss, Aaron, at his Dad's place near Cherokee, Iowa. We left Ames at 5:30am Sunday, and were hunting by 8:30. A trend reared it's ugly head on this trip. Poor Luck. The first place we went was supposedly untouched as no one should have hunted it, nor had permission to hunt it yet this year. We pull up to see two gentleman in orange on draw we were going to hunt. We, in all honesty, just inquired whom they obtained permission, and tried to move on. They were having none of that conversation. A quick phone call confirmed that they indeed were trespassing. Oh well. Walked a river bottom area that finally produced two birds. I managed to pull one down but as it was going to sail across the river, my boss put another in him. Twice. Saw tons of deer, and even a fair amount of hens, but no more shots. The next spot. Same story as before; people. Next spot? Walked, feather piles, and shotgun empties. I was less than concerned as I am used to not even seeing a pheasant in Iowa, but my host's were starting to show their frustration. We hunted a couple more placing before calling it a day. Aaron and I chased squirrels for awhile, and then decided to try our luck at fish. There is a nice pond in front of the house and it proved true for sunfish and bass. Aaron caught eight to ten 3/4 pound sunfish, and I pulled in six bass in the 2 pound range. It was awesome. We continued our evening with me watching everyone play cribbage, while we ate fried walleye, and bacon cheeseburgers. Of course there was some Seagrams VO Gold in the mix...We then finished our evening playing Big Game Hunter on the Wii.

Today was slower even then yesterday. It rained steady pretty much all night and was still misting when we got to our first spot. Thicket held only bird which flushed and dropped back down farther down the draw. When we flushed him again I had 12 foot ragweed between me and him. Aaron popped off two shots before I could even see it. His dog Lexi had her first pheasant retrieve on this bird to top it off. A couple more spots didn't show much either. We flushed one hen the rest of the morning. With the bird situation as it was, we went back to the house, which at the top of the hill has a skeet and trap station (my boss shot at nationals in college, and they are a shooting family) and decided upon a round of skeet. I didn't shoot great, but I held my own. We shot a few more guns and I even beat Aaron out with the .22 at the 'nickel trick', before we called it a day and headed home. It was a very enjoyable excursion, and I hope to be invited up again despite my "bad luck" status. ;)

On a side note, it was nice to have a break from deer for awhile. This season has proven to be more of a stressor for me than a sanctuary. This has been a successful season for me, but difficult for others and it has taken a toll on me. I sincerely hope next weekend's deer camp bring "non-odyssey" success.


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The All Day Buck

I will start from the beginning:

The evening before I hunted at Nick's place and saw a small buck and two foxes. I got back to Ames as quickly as possible as Rachel and I had evening plans at a friends place to celebrate a birthday. Well, I of course grabbed a bite to eat and fixed myself a drink. Having hunted, I was thirsty. Terrible combo. I told myself I was hunting all day no matter what. My stubbornness, and ignorance was completely self inflicted. A brutal drive out to the spot was met by a couple stops on the side of the road (just in case)... I sat in the car for 20 minutes before actually getting my stuff together and start the trudge back. It was slow, freezing, and sweaty. Again, I am an idiot. I spooked a ton of deer on the way in, including a huge buck on one of the trail openings. Once in the stand I hunched over my bow for another 20 minutes to a half hour. I sipped on my watered down gatorade and hoped I would come back to life. At this point I remembered Nick telling me to watch behind me as the deer will sneak up on me back there. There stood a lone deer. Bigger body. I picked up my binoculars looking for bone. He stepped out from behind a clump of trees and I saw bone. He was by no means a monster but he had bone. He started working his way towards me when I finally decided I was going to shoot. My heart was beating through my chest and thankfully the nausea had subdued. He came all the way up the trail and I drew back when he stopped behind a tree. I don't know how, but even so, he pegged me. He turned around and presented my shot. I had to slip the shot under a branch, fumble with my harness, all the while coping with buck fever like I have never before. Why now so terrible I still don't know.

WHACK!

I hit him right in the middle. I watched him barrel away with my arrow still in him. He ate serious shit in a deadfall and I knew he was hurting. I put the bow down and watched him with my binos. The tail was twirling, head was down, and he was moving slow. I watched him bed down once, and knew it was game over. Then he got back up. I watched as he bedded down again, but I lost sight of him and couldn't see anymore.
Damn.
 I texted or called many mostly to calm myself down. The consensus was to wait it out as I thought I hit stomach. I shot him at 8:00am. I sat in the stand until 12:00pm.

 I saw seven bucks, most in the river 300 yards away, but one was a really nice 8 point that walked within spitting distance at 11:30am. He was completely oblivious of my presences. Water bottle in hand, mask down, face full of beef jerky. No idea whatsoever. 
 God has a great sense of humor.

I waited until my watch beeped noon. I had to practice what I preach. I got out and picked up my squirrel arrow (4 hours in the stand, one was bound to get too close) and noticed I did hit the damn squirrel. Ironically, I nutted him.
I then looked for my blood trail. I became concerned when I started as I couldn't find blood, but I knew better. I went to the downfall tree he barreled into and found my trail. Walking blood trail. I still too my sweet time. In less then five minutes I looked up and there he was. I drew back my bow and whistled. I kicked some detritus at him. I walked slowly up to him, still drawn mind you, and looked closer. Stone dead. I let down, walked up and tapped his ham. This is how I found him:

I was absolutely elated. Not because I shot a monster, but because there was no tracking odyssey. There was no more doubt. Sitting in a tree stand for 4 hours can do a lot to you mental stability, especially with the circumstance I put myself in.The shot was not as poor as I thought and I managed to hit stomach, liver, and one lung. When he barreled into the dead-fall he managed to break one of his front shoulders, and t was completed separated on the inside. My arrow was still intact and halfway through him. This was the same arrow and broadhead used to harvest my buck on the same property last year.

Now it was down to business. I managed to get the thing gutted by myself, and did it in the quickest fashion I have yet. I got a hold of a buddy whom was able to come help me get the thing out of there as soon as he was done with some school stuff. I figured I would get started with the trudge back but I needed to attend to some business first. When I squatted down to put my harness back on, the morning caught up with me. I knew the TP I brought just in case was going to come in handy. Nature Poop. As Murphy's Law clearly dictates, the second I squat down my phone buzzes. Not once, not twice, but three separate times. After taking care of business I started the trudge.

Not many know the terrain I dealt with but for the few that do, they know this was no simple feat. I think this was my greatest accomplishment. I managed to get this deer from the bottoms, to the prairie, all the way up to the first cornfield.

This is entirely uphill, for a total distance of close to 300 yards. I was spent by the time I got it this far. My hands hurt so bad I could barely hold my bow. When my buddy Ned showed up we tried the meat pole idea but after twenty feet we knew that was not happening either. We tied our harness ropes around the neck and looped them through the 2X4 Ned brought with him. It was essentially the oxen bar system. It worked sufficiently enough. We did encounter a couple of 'turkey' hunters before we got to the parking lot. A scoped 30.06 and a sawed off shotgun with buckshot clips. I should have called them in. I was a heap of goo by the time we got back to the parking lot.
I wanted to show again, just like my jake from this last spring, that I can still be successful on pressured public.

I got out to the stand at 7:15am. Made the shot at minutes before 8:00am. Sat in the same stand until 12:00pm. Got to the truck at 4:15pm.
After dropping it off at Nick and Lisa's place, I went home, showered, collected butcher supplies, and headed back out there. Nick was raising the deer up when we pulled into the driveway. Nick and I butchered deer while the girls studied upstairs. We had smoked, fresh off the back-straps for dinner. It was nice to have deer on the pole. Now that the monkey is off my back, I can focus on getting Rachel a deer, as well as a fall turkey. It is two days after harvest and I am still tired.

As Rachel would say "You brought this upon yourself."

Hehehehe....



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Inevitability of the Hunt

Got out into the stand tonight with Rachel, and met Nick at the parking lot. We hunted the Boone public this time as Nick wanted to give the place behind his house a break. I put Rachel into her stand as usual and Nick had is climber. I sat in the willow stand which is the juice stand, I am just not comfortable putting Rachel in it, but there is plans to move it a few trees over. I was covered in deer. I had two button bucks come straight to the locust tree and feed on the pods for 20 minutes before they were joined by two does. Eventually, they busted me and plowed their way back into the willows. Not 10 minutes later they came right back. They winded me again but instead of fleeing, they just walked off behind with tails waving. I then get a text.

Nick hit one. In the neck. Bummer.

We knew the day would come that Nick would finally stick one, and not kill it. We collected Rachel, whom again saw no deer, and searched for blood. He watched the doe for 10 minutes or so as she walked around with the arrow halfway through her neck.
'Un-good'. 

We found blood and thankfully the arrow. No deer. Blood was super spotty and thin. Vet woman says non-fatal kill. We looked for half hour and called it. Unfortunate nevertheless but that's hunting.

Great evening out but will be sleeping in tomorrow.



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Pheasant camp: the Excuse continued

 Things tended to blend in a little but I believe shortly after lunch we collected for a "camp warming" set up by Uncle Paul. The goal in mind is to help replenish supplies lost, and we all pitched in in some manner. Bullets, clay pigeon thrower, more bullets, clay pigeons, flashlights, and the list went on. It was wonderful to see what everyone was able to bring. This was when I was able to bring my table out for Karin and Al. It may not have been much but I know how much they both appreciated it.

The "hunt until we drop" mentality followed a predictable trend: our numbers thinned. We did a quick walk in the fen, which produced a lot of shooting and even a few birds. One of which Paul and Dad went back for and Ruby ended up finding. A select few went out for a find walk in what remained of the eastern section. We walked that little wooded area that we find to be a tiny gem every year and this year was no exception. There was a couple hens and a lone rooster there. It flushed on the other side giving Micheal Johnson a chance. First shot...miss. I admittedly looked away as the bird was a mile out there already. He shot again. Pasted him. Nick practically walked up to it in the corn stubble. We essentially walked it all in one hit, backwards. We started where we usually end the first push. Worked out well and we even ended up with another bird. Mocha had a picture perfect point and flush that was just the icing on the cake for the evening. Once we hobbled our way back to the truck it was time to call it a day. Once back to the house, it was time to toast our evening. We collected by the ash tree next to the driveway. We passed around the VO and Dad toasted to the pets lost in the fire. If there was a dry eye there, they were somewhere else. In Dad's infinite wisdom-filled fashion he ended the toast with a prayer:

Pledge of Commitment to Protect and Heal God’s Creation

We have come to renew our covenant with God and with one another in Christ Jesus, our Lord; to help protect God’s creation.  We have come as followers of Jesus to commit ourselves anew to one another and to heal injustice and poverty; to stand together against all threats of life.  We have come to discover some new beauty every day in God’s creation:  the sunrise and sunset, birds, flowers and trees, rainbows in the sky, the stars, the many forms of life in the forest.  We have come to listen to the “music of the universe”—water flowing over rocks, the wind, trees bending in the wind, raindrops pattering on the roof.  We will remember always that God speaks to us through the beauty of his creation, and we will try our best to answer God’s call to reverence all that he has created.  In Jesus name we pray.  Amen.

I will be making the suggestion that this prayer be shared at every camp.

We finished our evening with a meal fit for kings. Rachel's dips with veggies and beer bread, mashed potatoes, and venison stew prepared by my mother. It was wonderful. The chirping and conversations never ceased. Although it may have been chaotic at times, it was great to see everyone that was able to attend. Eventually, the word got out that a fire was needed outside, and once Adam heard it we had a great campfire. I enjoyed greatly the Gibson's that Uncle Rick  brought (and shared). It was a cool night and was marred only slightly but the burning feather stench from Dave deciding it was a good idea to burn a couple of the leftover pheasant carcasses. At one point, a hilarious moment presented itself involving the word 'damn' and burning pheasant stench. If anyone can remember what exact was said I would thoroughly enjoy it. 

At any rate, Rachel and I continued our conversations with everyone and the topic of Calvin and Hobbs came up with Dave. We told him that we always compared Connor and Jamison to their likeness, at which point Connor stated, "Common sense? I have lots of common sense. I just choose to ignore it."

I don't know whether to smother or hug that kid. ;)

Once the evening ended and it was just Micheal Parker and I we threw on the last two pheasants so no one else would smell it and went to bed. *

 The next morning we didn't exactly spring into gear. I was informed that Jesse was sick enough that Rick was taking him in and camp was over for them. I saw Jesse before they left and it hurt me to see him in such a state. It was great to have Jesse at camp and I really hope to see him up there again next year. 

 Right at 9:00 Nick, Austin, Michael, and I went behind the house and did a quick tromp. Saw a few birds but no shots. We got back up to the house where Dad walks up to me and says, 

"Eldest son present at pheasant camp, I am done. Your Grandpa is done, and your Uncle Paul is done. You get to do the decision making as to where and how we do today's hunt. We are done making these decisions."

.....Well Nick and I had already decided. We planned the same walk as the morning previous, but backwards. We managed to pull a few birds out again, one of which we lost as I made a marginal shot and he ran for the hills. When we got back to camp, breakfast was ready and it was time to head out.

Nick and I made an observation this camp: we are in transitioning. We remember vividly the days when the Uncles, and Dad were, for lack of better term, balls to the walls, about the hunting. We youngsters struggled to keep up, and by days end were a heap in a chair in the corner. This camp was different even so then last year. We spent more time hanging out and less time chasing roosters. Yes, we do call it pheasant camp, but this year it was much less about the pheasants. The uncle's spent time together. Talking. Watching. Observing. Dave spent time with Connor shooting pellet gun. Jason shot trap with his sons. Rick spent every moment he could with Jesse. Paul and Dad spent time floating. It was Nick and I, and the select few that were after birds, either in practice or in mind at all times. Even with that in mind, Nick and I were less concerned about the hunting. The transitioning came into full view when Dad told me he was done deciding things. I knew then, that the hunt was merely an excuse. An excuse to get family together. An excuse that we, for the most part, all shared an interest in. This excuse has created a gathering that many families cannot fathom. 

I love Pheasant Camp.

Stay Tuned.

  * footnote: The next morning this move proved costly as Charlie, Nick and Lisa's mutt, ate the remaining crunchies from those phesasants, and then proceeded to puke it up on blankets in the camper...

Pheasants: Mearly an Excuse

Pheasant camp 2012 was for obvious reasons, different. There were some new faces, some faces not seen in a long time, and the die-hards. I personally struggled the entire week leading up to this camp as I was on emotional overload. Rachel can attest that I was a MAJOR pain in the ass because of this...Nevertheless, we came prepared this year. Rachel spent countless evenings stitching away on a quilt for Karin and Al. The number of pins I found in the carpet are countless, except for the one that went through my foot. I had the idea of having one of my tables migrate up to Canby since I started this endeavor. I was not able to contribute the time when it was needed, but instead I provided a little of myself for them.

The new house was a sight for sore eyes indeed. I choked up when I stepped in the door Friday evening to see the house full of chirping and laughing. There were children running around and two absolutely adorable babies playing with Auntie Karin.


This is camp, and everything it should be:

The next morning came with cold. It was cloudy, misty, and a bordering on foggy. It was forcasted to burn off but it just hadn't by legal time. We started out tromp in the usual style;

And the successful Pinwheel:

It was a slow morning with a few birds but no one seemed bothered at all.
This one Adam called 'DaBurger'

The morning hunt lead into the other main activity at camp. Food I wish we could have gotten more pictures of that chaotic scene. No matter the meal, what a spread. We had our breakfast and then moved on to the next big push. Again, fewer birds but we did just a nice buck. I am not going to say we didn't get birds as we did, but we also had a few missed opportunities. Rachel got one video I call 'The Canes'. This is what it is like to be the guy in the middle:

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evening hunt goosebumps deux

We behind Nick's house to the prairie stand. Wanted something easy and was granted my own ignorance. Nick placed two stands near the now dried up pond. One is an easy access ladder stand that is not really that secluded but easy nevertheless. The other is by far the hairiest stand I have ever tried to get into. My issue was that I wanted to sit in this stand; the other was too easy. Nick placed the stand in a large shagbark hickory but only a cedar butted right up next to the hickory allowed climbing access. No string was attached so I tried to climb the tree with bow in hand. This was beyond stupid. With bowstring in teeth, limb in each hand, two arrows dangling from random branches, and my large boots lodged in between small branches, one gave way....I cursed my brother's name. I went back to the other stand and sat for 20 seconds before cutting the string and going back. I climbed back up, attached string, climbed down to attach bow, and re-climbed the damn tree. Once I finally got set in, it was magical. I have never felt so secure and hidden in a stand. Only the wind will bust me, and eventually it did. Three does busted behind me a 30 yards after they winded me. I did not really expect to see deer. Of course, had I been sitting in the other stand, they never would have known what hit them. There were an unaccounted amount of deer right before dark, but again winded me. Two deer fed on acorns in front of me without me even seeing them, but I could here the random crunching of them feasting on the hickory nuts and acorns. Crazy evening, love the most wicked stand I have ever sat in.
 
Rachel saw two way out of range and Nick passed on a mangy coyote.


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Evening Hunt Swarms 10/6/12

Evening hunt at property around Nick's house. I went into the bottoms and sat in a multi-stemmed boxelder stand. Got lost but eventually found the damn thing. Busted six does that were milling around right by the stand when I got down there. Missed 3 calls from Nick. He jumped a monster after dropping Rachel off at the Hickory stand,. He set up on top with his climber and watched Rachel's stand. She was covered in deer. Three separate times she drew on a doe, but that one more step came too late in the game and it was too dark to shoot. She got to see ten deer, one being the small buck that frequents the area.

I saw five does come off the cliff behind me, and they never busted me even being almost downwind. I had a barred owl land feet in front of my head at dark and was hoping he would refrain from dive bombing me as has happened in the past. All of the deer that were in the bottoms made their way up to the prairie that is essentially right next to the house. Great evening out yet again.


Stay Tuned, Putting Rachel in another juice stand tonight

Evening hunt: bottoms

Went out to McCoy public with Rachel this evening. On way to stand we ran into two separate flocks of turkeys. The first slipped out of the field before I could make a move. After turning a corner on the road leading to another field there was a big beautiful gobbler standing right in the middle of the path. I dropped to my knees, nocked and arrow, and drew. He stood there until my arrow whizzed passed his chest. I watched my arrow bounce off into oblivion. There were 5-8 more that followed suit of busting ass out of there. I drew on another but figured I couldn't hit the one standing still so I didn't shoot again. We made our way to the stands and busted two does underneath the large oak our stand use to be; go figure. I set Rachel in, and then climbed into my own. Ten minutes in, two does made their way down the dry creek and I thought there would make there way to Rachel but they had other plans. With 15 minutes to legal, three does came in behind me to the south and busted after winding me. Busted another on the way out. Picked Rachel up and headed out. SEVERELY out of shape. Rachel and I will both be working on that...Saw flashlights on the way out, hope the best of luck to those guys. Busted more deer on the way out. One of the most beautiful sits I have had in a long time. Helped me remember again why I am actually out there.


Stay Tuned; hunting with the Mrs. all weekend :)

Goose 'Hunt'

After working last Saturday's football game my boss Aaron said we should try a poke at some geese at one a pond he had permission on. This is the same property I acquired the very large cedar that I have been turning into tables. The plan was simple. Walk to pond, wait until legal light, shoot geese when they get off the water. simple...ish. There were way more on the water than I thought we would see at all. Steve and I walked around the back side of the pond and Aaron was walking the edge to push them towards us. Four minutes until legal a large flock flew within yards and dropped into the water with the rest. We all knew where we could and could not shoot as a plan was devised before we even left. Legal light came and we moved in. Of course, the geese went out the back side. We were still able to get one each between the three of us.  After some well placed finishing shots, we worked on goose retrieval. As none of us brought a dog, and the pond was too deep even for waders, we had the next best thing; fishing rod, treble hook, and a half ounce of lead. Great morning out.

Stay Tuned, It's only going to get better.

Point Blank

Well I had the privilege of taking Michael Parker out for his final youth season. We started out with an evening hunt at Coleman's on Friday night. As usual, nothing. It has never been an evening spot yet I continue to believe it may be. With an evening to plan and decide, we concluded that returning to Coleman's was our best option. Nick and Micheal picked me up at from the Freeseman residence at we made our way to the multi-stemmed maple. Not five minutes after sun-up, Michael informs us that there are deer in the hawthorns. Both Nick and I reposition ourselves as a doe and two fawns poke out from behind the stand in the corner. They cut across to our right and seemingly into the woods but instead come right at us. They were close to begin with but this was ridiculous. Nick left the little camera on in his pocket by accident so by sheer luck all he had to do was point and click:

At a mere 20 feet  Michael made a great shot. needless to say, she went down within sight. We couldn't have planned it any better.

How can you argue with a smile like that!

 After taking care of gutting we walked around a little to see what my TSI had accomplished and it was wonderful to see progress. My spruce trees were still alive and growing, and the acre we cut open was just a twisted overgrown mess; which is awesome. After checking everything out we decided breakfast was a good idea and it was time to go. Friday evening we told our usual hunting stories and Dad mentioned something that he did many years ago and it seemed like to good of an idea not to try it; the meat pole.

We were able to keep the deer from flattening the beans by this method and Nick and Micheal carried her all the way to the truck. This invariably left me with the rest of our equipment. Great day to be out and great end to Michael's youth seasons. No rookie excuses now!




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Wow.

Where do I begin....

I have shot doves,

 Fished on my birthday,

 

While unemployed for a few weeks, made many tables, of which some are for sale...,

and have found a well paying temporary job until December. I think this is as busy as I thought I could ever be, but again, that could partially be self-inflicted.

I jump started the table business with my friend Ned Parker. We mostly have eastern red cedar, but we do have a limited amount of black walnut. This venture will aid in paying off the vast student loan debt I have accrued. 

I sit here now while Rachel studies on her first anniversary gift from her husband.

The deer season is fast approaching so with that in mind,

Stay Tuned!