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Sundays hunt report.
Saw 3 Spikers which walked past me at about 8 yds range.
Only doe I saw was was streaking across an open area at warp speed about 400m away and she didnt stop until she hit the thick part of the forest and went out of sight.
No bucks seen.
Didnt blood the Tx3.
Spent the last 2 hrs hunting in torrential rain.
Tore the whole front bumper of the jeep off when I drove into shallow pan with 8" of water covering it. Been through the same area multiple times but didnt allow for the constant rain over the last 3 weeks to have washed out a massive hole about 6' deep. As the front dropped and started sinking I slammed into reverse and backed up over the lip, catching the front bumper on the edge and removing the whole front end.
Got wet to the waist wading in to retrieve it.
Drove home wet, cold and miserable.
Best thing that happened was when I got home looking like something the cat dragged in.
I broke the seal on a bottle of Jim Beam 'Devils Cut' and figured that since everything else got almost drowned.........I might as well continue the theme and drown my sorrows.
3 glasses later everything was looking rosy in my world.
Only doe I saw was was streaking across an open area at warp speed about 400m away and she didnt stop until she hit the thick part of the forest and went out of sight.
No bucks seen.
Didnt blood the Tx3.
Spent the last 2 hrs hunting in torrential rain.
Tore the whole front bumper of the jeep off when I drove into shallow pan with 8" of water covering it. Been through the same area multiple times but didnt allow for the constant rain over the last 3 weeks to have washed out a massive hole about 6' deep. As the front dropped and started sinking I slammed into reverse and backed up over the lip, catching the front bumper on the edge and removing the whole front end.
Got wet to the waist wading in to retrieve it.
Drove home wet, cold and miserable.
Best thing that happened was when I got home looking like something the cat dragged in.
I broke the seal on a bottle of Jim Beam 'Devils Cut' and figured that since everything else got almost drowned.........I might as well continue the theme and drown my sorrows.
3 glasses later everything was looking rosy in my world.
Still enjoying the trip of a lifetime and making the best of what I have.....
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No t-shirt, but I can locate the truck body scars of each excursion.
Ha!!!!!! You had to mention T shirt didnt you. Wasnt going to add this but now you raised the subject.............
I havent been feeling well lately and 3 hrs into the hunt I doubled over with stomach cramps.............so I immediately dumped my pack, dropped trou and relieved the pressure........then opened my pack to grab the roll of TP that I ALWAYS carry.......and its not there. My pack got soaked last week when I was hunting and I emptied it out to dry everything when I got home.
Somehow I forgot to replace the TP.
So there I am with my trou around my ankles and nothing handy to substitute for tp.........took me a few minutes of balancing while trying not to fall/step backwards while I got my rain jacket off, my polar fleece top, a sweat shirt and get down to my T shirt ...........which I promptly cut the bottom off to use as a substitute.
It didnt help that when I got my T shirt off I realised it was the one with a pic of a Whitetail buck head with antlers and the words 'Grow A Pair' on it............cos when I saw that I couldnt help laughing. Hysterically.
No wonder you was reaching for the strong corn liquor jug when you got home.
Every time I hear a new disaster story from one of my middle-aged contemporaries, it makes my heart full, for I know that I'm probably only one or two outings removed from a similar 'adventure,' and I do so very much respect the ones who keep on plugging away at 'enjoying' their great passion. As your physical abilities start to wane a little bit more, you will come to dread those adventures...but keep your courage. It may be hell for you, but it is exhilarating for the rest of us, in the comfort of our recliners. :jester:
P.S. I commend you for discovering Jim Beam 'Devil's Cut.' It ain't Glenfiddich, but it is a damned smooth sipping whiskey, for a fraction of the cost of single malt scotch. My youngest daughter gave me a bottle for Christmas one year, and I keep it around all the time, these days.
I think you had a better time than I did.
-Mikhail Kalashnikov
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Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives.... now who's bringing the hot wings? :jester:
Finally, someone with a 4wd vehicle came along and pulled me across the bad spot.
I love my Dodge truck, but one leaking vacuum hose and I lost 4wd, control of my heating/cooling vents (went to defroster) and cruise control.
Gun control laws make about as much sense as taking ex-lax to cure a cough.