Thought I would post something since it's been so long. However, I am too tired to do anything good, so I will just copy/paste an email I sent this week that sums it up. In the honor and tradition of this blog however, I must say,-- 'fuck, shit, mother fucker, crap, dick,' and any other swear words I have left out. Oh, and Joy! Never got my deer this season. Anyway, herewego:
Hello! And welcome to MoviePhone. No wait. Hello! Greetings from Grover Hollow in PA. S mentioned you texted me (I have not been out of the Hollow yet, and there is no cell phone service. I had S check my messages for me when she arrived in civilization to visit her sisters in NY). So far, the deer are having a great season. The hunters are not. Darwin would be proud of them deer. The hunters are not. Been three days (now five at the time of this resent email), and I am still trying to bag my first deer. Took a shot at one, but right before I squeezed the trigger, the elusive bugger took a jump to go stand by her friend. Missed. Could have had it if I didn't spend an extra second targeting (wanted to make sure I would kill it, not just wound it). Then they were behind trees, and a split second later, were off down the mountain, out of sight. But you know what they say, 'PineSight is 20/20'.
I've put lots of miles on my boots in the past three days, and have been proud of my dedication and focus, but sometimes it just don't happen. Spent most of my time in the woods (at least the first day) with a porcupine about 10ft away from me, eating ground cover and sapling bark (the porcupine, not me. I prefer lots of processed, pre-packaged snacks). But 11 hrs in the woods from dark until dark is still a great time for me. Reflection, alone thoughts, nature, and the chance to beat the deer at their own game does a man good. I hope to report good news soon and bring back lots o' meat. Thank God I can just go to Harris Teeter (or, The Teat as we like to call it) and bring home all that cellophane wrapped meat on a styrophome platter. Otherwise, S and I might just starve to death this year. ;)
I guess I can sum it up like this: D'Oh! Instead of DOE!
PS Thanks for asking. Text messages are always welcome. Even if I don't get back to you very quickly. Hope all is well with you and The Gang. Tell everyone we say Hello. Be back home Sat or Sunday (depends on my success rate, heart rate, and any other unforeseen factors).
UPDATE: Still no luck. Stood up to take a pee this morning (while in the woods), and alerted a deer that was probably heading toward me. About 20 yds away. Spent an hour or two after that at the same spot, hoping another would stop by. Nada. L and I then took a walk, then split up to meet at a designated point on the mountain. About half way to my destination (while 'Still Hunting'-- take a step or two, get a new perspective looking around, etc.) I saw a Hemlock tree and thought, 'that would be a great place for a deer to hid--- OOOPS-- deer saw me (probably the same one, who knows?) and it ran off quickly (it was only 15 yds away and I never saw it until it moved... that is how well they blend in to their surroundings). Gave L a squelch on the radio (a predetermined way to alert your hunting partener without making to much noise) that one might be headed his way. Nada. And more nada. It's beginning to snow now as I type this email, so hopefully that will give us a better chance (up until now, it's been loud and crunchy walking around in the woods on the leaves-- like walking on ChexMix (but not as yummy). Not good for keeping a low profile. Plus it's really, really hard to see deer when they blend in to the color of the woods. Snow helps all of that). Last chance for me tomorrow. Perhaps I will add a scoop of sugar to my coffee themos tomrrow. Cause as they say, 'A Spoon Full of Suger Helps the Venison Go Down')
Hello! And welcome to MoviePhone. No wait. Hello! Greetings from Grover Hollow in PA. S mentioned you texted me (I have not been out of the Hollow yet, and there is no cell phone service. I had S check my messages for me when she arrived in civilization to visit her sisters in NY). So far, the deer are having a great season. The hunters are not. Darwin would be proud of them deer. The hunters are not. Been three days (now five at the time of this resent email), and I am still trying to bag my first deer. Took a shot at one, but right before I squeezed the trigger, the elusive bugger took a jump to go stand by her friend. Missed. Could have had it if I didn't spend an extra second targeting (wanted to make sure I would kill it, not just wound it). Then they were behind trees, and a split second later, were off down the mountain, out of sight. But you know what they say, 'PineSight is 20/20'.
I've put lots of miles on my boots in the past three days, and have been proud of my dedication and focus, but sometimes it just don't happen. Spent most of my time in the woods (at least the first day) with a porcupine about 10ft away from me, eating ground cover and sapling bark (the porcupine, not me. I prefer lots of processed, pre-packaged snacks). But 11 hrs in the woods from dark until dark is still a great time for me. Reflection, alone thoughts, nature, and the chance to beat the deer at their own game does a man good. I hope to report good news soon and bring back lots o' meat. Thank God I can just go to Harris Teeter (or, The Teat as we like to call it) and bring home all that cellophane wrapped meat on a styrophome platter. Otherwise, S and I might just starve to death this year. ;)
I guess I can sum it up like this: D'Oh! Instead of DOE!
PS Thanks for asking. Text messages are always welcome. Even if I don't get back to you very quickly. Hope all is well with you and The Gang. Tell everyone we say Hello. Be back home Sat or Sunday (depends on my success rate, heart rate, and any other unforeseen factors).
UPDATE: Still no luck. Stood up to take a pee this morning (while in the woods), and alerted a deer that was probably heading toward me. About 20 yds away. Spent an hour or two after that at the same spot, hoping another would stop by. Nada. L and I then took a walk, then split up to meet at a designated point on the mountain. About half way to my destination (while 'Still Hunting'-- take a step or two, get a new perspective looking around, etc.) I saw a Hemlock tree and thought, 'that would be a great place for a deer to hid--- OOOPS-- deer saw me (probably the same one, who knows?) and it ran off quickly (it was only 15 yds away and I never saw it until it moved... that is how well they blend in to their surroundings). Gave L a squelch on the radio (a predetermined way to alert your hunting partener without making to much noise) that one might be headed his way. Nada. And more nada. It's beginning to snow now as I type this email, so hopefully that will give us a better chance (up until now, it's been loud and crunchy walking around in the woods on the leaves-- like walking on ChexMix (but not as yummy). Not good for keeping a low profile. Plus it's really, really hard to see deer when they blend in to the color of the woods. Snow helps all of that). Last chance for me tomorrow. Perhaps I will add a scoop of sugar to my coffee themos tomrrow. Cause as they say, 'A Spoon Full of Suger Helps the Venison Go Down')
posted by Lou Bricant at
7:32 PM
2 Comments:
my friends all called one year from deer camp.
me: how's it going? get anything?
craig: oo! we've seen lots!
me: still a crappy shot, huh? i'm happy for the deer!
craig: no, we're all just really drunk so we left the bullets at camp.
happy hunting!
This captures quite a few of my long ago hunting experiences (except for the peeing in the woods part...usually anyway).
The fact that I hadn't read this post sooner is a tribute to THE WORLD'S SLOWEST INTERNET. It kicks my ass every time I get on. I keep thinking I'm going to get used to it...but not so far...
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