Sunday, October 19, 2008
Hunting, Day Two: A Deerth of Killin'.
4:50 a.m.: Four hours of sleep makes for some gooood huntin'.
A: I think our bait isn't any good. Maybe we should set out some bowls of warm creamed corn. Who doesn't love creamed corn? I think the deer would really dig that. And some huckleberry pies. Deers would love huckleberry pies.
J: Woman, you aren't feedin' huckleberry pies to the deer. If we have a huckleberry pie, I'm eatin' it.
A: Hmm. At this point, I think the odds of you eatin' huckleberry pie are better than the odds of you eatin' deer.
8:20 a.m.: We'll tiptoe around some more, in hopes of finding something. No such luck.
J: Yes, yes, this is the spot. We should hunt this flat area here at the top.
A: Flat area? What, are deer lazy?
J: No. I am.
10:47 a.m.: Huntin' breakfast. PB-n-J and Diet Cokes. Breakfast of champions.
3:30 p.m.: As we came down Hwy 21 Sunday afternoon, there was a fish and wildlife check station on the side of the road that asked hunters to drive through and record their activites -- harvest or not. The white board leaning against their truck indicated that of the 262 hunters that had come down off the hill Sunday, 15 had deer, and 4 had elk. So really, the deer were likely just on to us.
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Oh, Amy, I laughed so hard I cried when I read this post.
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