Mr. Valentine

Mr. Valentine

Recently, my free time has been consumed with dreaming about baitfish, passing thoughts about the coming spring turkey hunt, and February. Thoughts of February are enough to freeze the fun out of anything warm that could be taking place. There is something about this month that I have grown to dislike with a passion. It could be the cold, but it could also be the snow. It could be both.

February is to blame for the lack of stories that have been on the blog as of late. Writer’s block is what some call it, but not me. I’ve never considered myself to be a writer (my bad grammar and typos are a testament to that), so it’s fair to say that the blame is squarely a result of a general apathy toward life brought on by the month of February. It was only made worse earlier today.

This morning, an old, formidable foe has reappeared in the driveway of my friend’s house. He was kind enough to send me some wonderful pictures he snapped from his back deck. The buck looked familiar, so I filed back through my trail camera photos from last fall and found him right where I last saw him. On my computer screen.

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Who Would Fish For Ice?

Who Would Fish For Ice?

There is a hole in the ceiling just outside the door of the room where I sit typing at this moment. It’s a small hole, one that provides access to the plumbing leak in the bathroom above. It also represents despair and madness – I hate spending time repairing stuff instead of doing something more productive. So much so, that whenever I decide to finally fix things around the house I develop a maniacal laugh of sorts that drives a wedge of uneasiness between me and anyone within ear shot, including my dog.

I was not born with the laugh. It surfaced after my first and only ice fishing trip. It took professionals the better part of ten years to determine why the sight of a hole, specifically one through the ice, brings on uncontrollable laughter and a crazy-eyed stare. Little orange flags waving in the wind produce a similar result.

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Local Hunter Claims to Have Had Successful Season

Local Hunter Claims To Have Had Successful Season

For immediate Release: January 11, 2017
Media Contact: tim@the4pointer.com

WINDSOR COUNTY, VT – Vermont hunter, Tim Biebel, had successful spring and fall hunting seasons in 2016 according to Tim Biebel.

“Tree sightings and encounters were through the roof this year,” he commented when pressed for information on what made his season so successful in light of his empty freezer. “You can’t get that experience out west, that’s for sure.”

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2016 Hunting Season Summary – Part 2

2016 Hunting Season Summary – Part 2

As I mentioned in the previous post (Hunting Season Summary - Part 1), the abundant food situation was similar in Vermont as it was in New Hampshire. However, I did have some camera’s out in Vermont during the preseason that helped identify a few decent bucks that were in the area. These deer were afraid of the daylight as well, but at least I had a general sense of their movement patterns during the middle of the night.

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A Tree Named John

A Tree Named John

I used to think that Tom Hank’s friend, Wilson, in the movie Castaway was rather strange. Who names a volleyball? That all changed this year when I met a tree named John while hunting. Our situations were similar, Tom’s and mine. He was on a remote island surround by nothing, and I was in my deer stand surrounded by nothing. So crazy!

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