Thanks to social media, it’s hard to keep things quiet for very long these days. News has a tendency to spread like wildfire, but for those of you who haven’t heard, I was recently selected by my wife to run in a 5k race. That’s right! I’ll be earning a participation award for running in the Shamrock Shuffle in Lebanon, NH on March 19th. It’s a grueling course that begins at the green in Lebanon and includes a turnaround point somewhere near Concord, NH, I believe. My goal is simply to survive and not lose to my wife.
I wish I had a penny for every time I’ve heard someone say, “I’m a meat hunter!” I’d have a lot of pennies, probably enough to buy one of those fancy, disgusting coffees at Starbucks. The other statement I love is, “You can’t eat the horns!” That’s a true classic.
This rhetoric typically appears whenever one hunter makes a comment towards another hunter for shooting what they have deemed to be a small deer. Or, it will show up on forums and Facebook pages when talk of imposing antler restrictions is mentioned. Either way, it exposes an unfortunate divide that exists among hunters today.
Finally some action! Thank goodness Gannon wanted to participate in Vermont’s Youth Deer Hunt this past weekend. Otherwise, I would have just been sitting in New Hampshire with my muzzleloader staring at trees again.
Last year was Gannon’s first year of hunting, and I was able to properly introduce him to hunting in Vermont. We didn’t see a thing, we got cold, and we went home empty handed. Despite that fun introduction, Gannon wanted to give it another try this year.
It was a frustrating day for me today. I finally had an opportunity at a deer this past weekend but came home empty handed. To say I’m baffled at the outcome would be an understatement.
On Saturday morning, I pulled my climber out of the woods in Vermont with thoughts of using it in New Hampshire on Sunday evening. I hiked a good ways into the woods to a spot where I had started the season. It takes a while to get to the location so I’d only hunted it two other times this year. I saw deer both times though I wasn’t set up in a stand either time.
Yet again, it appears that the deer are hesitant to fall prey to my hunting skills. I have yet to decide if this is a survival tactic on their part or a lack of hunting prowess on mine. I’ll let you know at the end of the season if you haven’t figured it out beforehand.
Other than slow deer activity it was a gorgeous weekend to be in the woods. The fall colors were just before peak and the evenings were just cool enough to chill the end of your nose. It’s one of my favorite times to be in the woods, as I am sure it is for many others.