Today is Friday, November 28, 2014
A new Thanksgiving tradition

It has long been a Thanksgiving tradition for me to hunt a few hours, early Thanksgiving morning. Oddly for some reason, I have been quite lucky on these short hunts.

On one occasion, I killed an eight-point that measures just over 130-inches. That is good buck for Wilson County.

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The excitment of opening day

It is a cold November night in the Saline Swamp. There are seven of us in the camp house, 12-feet above the ground-Uncle Lester, Uncle Alphus, Uncle Lloyd, Uncle Bobby with Miss Jessie, Miss Lilly and myself. I am related to none of them but they raised me. It is the night before opening day of the Louisiana deer season.

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A different sort of day

I have no idea why this day is different. Dawn is slowly turning into sunrise. The two owls are right on schedule. They gargle and whoo about four every afternoon and again about 5:30 in the morning. It is a beautiful morning, cold, 32-degrees with not much wind. But this morning, is slightly different.

I have picked this stand for one reason. The tree leans slightly backwards, making it more comfortable on my bad back.

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This business of the rut

It should be starting right about now. Depending on where you hunt, the pre-rut should be going on now. This is the time the bucks are actively looking for and chasing does.

This is not the peak of the rut. This is not when the largest percentage of does get bred. This is the best time to hunt a mature buck. The peak is not the best time. That should happen just before Thanksgiving.

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Is there an October lull?

I have liked this October. The week of rain probably hurt the bowhunting to some extent. Early in the season, I had predicted we might set and archery kill record.

Now, I am not so sure. But except for the one week (which I avoided - more about that later), the weather was about as good for hunting as you could ask.

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Categories, satisfaction & testosteronies

A feeling of satisfaction, contentment, that feeling that you get when a job is completed and well done. I had this exact feeling a couple weeks ago in early October.

I had been hunting three times. The first hunt, an afternoon jaunt, I let a buck walk, even though he presented a perfect, broadside, 12-yard shot. It was getting late and I didn't want to be blood trailing and field dressing in the dark. I guess my age is showing.

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First choice

I can still smell, sometimes, even see it. The clean crisp smell of late autumn, the smell of the leaves as I gathered some kindling. The dusty smell of the one room cabin, the ashes in the old wood stove and the shallow, muddy river. I had use of the place and permission to hunt the farm for a couple weeks and I had come to kill the genetically best of the breed.

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Camp Wolf

It was a quiet night, just the right quiet. He played the harmonica softly, just fooling around with a tune. The miles and toll of the weather showed in his perpetually tanned face. The Doc sat with eyes closed, just listening, not dozing.

They had covered miles that day, resting themselves and the horses less often that they would have liked. Now, supper resting comfortably in their bellies, the camp was secure and dry, the horses cared for and hobbled in the small meadow near the creek.

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The Letter

A few days ago, I ran across a letter written 18-years ago. It is from a fellow hunter who shall remain nameless even though he gave me permission to print the letter and use his name. It is to a young woman, a college student, an anti-hunter who wrote to him objecting to a picture that ran in a local newspaper. I thought this an appropriate time to run the letter and his reply.

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A new opening and a look back

Our archery deer season opens this Saturday, Sept. 27 at daylight. I probably will go, it is a bit of a tradition for me.

The rules are the same -- three does per day, no more than three bucks the entire season no matter what equipment. Hunt safe and if you climb, use a fall restraint system. We use to call them safety belts.

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Do not call her Flo Read more...
Two things you can do on a hot day Read more...
The great myths of deer hunting Read more...
The war starts at Noon Monday Read more...
A pond for all seasons Read more...
Dave, David, Earl, Judge, General Read more...
Let's go North, way up North Read more...
Elvin’s reality show Read more...
No need to hurry Read more...
Doldrums, dog days and just plain hot Read more...
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