Today is Tuesday, August 22, 2017

Raisinettes and Werisesteria

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Perhaps she left the raisinettes?

It is a great day for a werisesteria. I never knew it was called that. Heck, maybe there really isn't such a word. Fellow that told it to me could have just made it up but I've not known him to lie. Well, not bad anyway.

I leaned against the side of the big maple. It is naked now, my ladder stand does just that. It stands out with no leaves to hide it. In the fall, that stand is surrounded by the reds and golds of turning leaves. Now, the whole patch of woods is sepia or just drab. Not much color. Great for a werisesteria.

Take that pile of Raisinettes over there, sorta gleaming in the weak sun. How long ago did a deer leave them? I once made a guy believe I actually tasted them to get the age. Of course, I was using a real Raisinette. Those look fresh; the shine tips me off. I'll not taste them to see.

Off to the North, by the big barn would be my guess, a murder of crows is bad mad about something. Maybe a late moving owl or could be a feral cat. They are getting bad in Wilson County. They have been linked to the spread of disease in deer and other animals. They kill a lot of young turkeys, too. I don't like feral cats, tend to lump them in with coyotes only more sneaky.

I look at the main travel trail, still plenty active. I know where the deer go and where they are coming from, most of the time. No werisesteria in that. I have stand near the down fence crossing and another where the trail hits the high grass. But the rub on the wrist-size cedar is new. It was made since the season closed. Interesting. This is my favorite time of the year to do a little scouting. You can see everything so much better.

Since I refuse to use a trail camera, I have to guess at a lot of things. For me, it makes hunting a lot more fun. I like to be surprised at most of things that go on in the woods when I am not there. I guess that is why I find this post-season rambling so pleasurable.

You see, the woods never sleep. The inhabitants are constantly doing something-day or night. Then, when I come along, I try to read the signs they left me. I watch, not moving, as an old doe tries to slip by me. Deer are moving today.
These walks I take in the post-season woods, not only calm me, provide good exercise and get me out of the house, they give me a chance for a good werisesteria.

There is another one.

When and why did that big limb fall from that red oak? Was it wind or was it just time. As it is with me, the woods and all that live there have a time limit. Some of those old dudes in the Bible lived a couple centuries. I misdoubt I'll make it that long. Neither will the deer that browsed those briars down so heavy. A deer, if it is lucky, might make it seven or eight years. I might have 10-years left. I doubt I have that much, but with what time I have left, I'll try to enjoy these werisesterias. I tell myself they keep me young.

The snow flurry-big flakes-are riding the wind sideways. I love the way they filter through the trees. I love to hunt on days like this, 25-degrees and alternating sun and snow. The animals, especially the deer know something bad is coming, weather wise. They are moving big-time. I counted 13, just on the drive to the woods and the signs tell me they have been coming through these cedars today.

My two squirrels, Ike and Mike, are out and working too. They live in the hollow tree beside the fence crossing stand. Ike is bad to twerk. A female lady woman told what that means. Ike can flat get it on when he gets mad. I hope they make until next bow season. For that matter, I hope I do too.

Up yonder, just past where someone left that old washing machine, is where the real werisesteria is. I have made up 100 stories about it. I reckon it was a road at some point. Me and the deer still use it as one. Could have been Indians but most likely slaves made it. It runs for quite a ways through the thicket, then, it just stops. Deer use it as a highway. I estimate I have killed 30-35 deer walking that upraised piece of ground. It comes from nowhere and it goes nowhere...now. I expect at one point in time, it did. One thing I do know, it took a ton of work to dig the dirt and raise it up that high. One thing I don't know, is why?

Wind is getting bad and it is getting a lot colder. The weather liars say it will drop to 15-degrees about dark today. Might be time for me to head back and make a big pot of chilli.

It has been a good walk. I have learned a few things, one of them real good to know. There are plenty of deer left. I did not hurt them any this year. I hope the coyotes don't work on them too hard this year. I may just work on the coyotes a little.

Werisesteria. See, what it is, is a walk in the woods looking for a mystery. That is what I was told. You can try and look it up, might find it, might not. Either way, it is something to ponder. I'd use it in a spoken sentence but I have no idea how to pronounce it. I just like a winter walk in the woods.

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