Today is Monday, December 22, 2014
Seven days of sun, or eat your heart out

The boiling sun had just begun to melt the blue-green water of the Gulf into a copper spill. A gull wheeled and screed at Jason. He cast the sand flea far out into the surf and began to wait.

I peeled off my shirt and sat back to watch. I don't have to fish every time I go fishing. I was still full of shrimp and stuff and a solid eight hours sleep still had me slightly groggy. I sipped my iced orange juice and watched Jason fish.

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Shiver the rivets out

It was not that cold, maybe 45 above. I was 18-feet up a slender tree and shivering so hard the entire tree was shaking. Time to unclimb the tree. I was about to shiver the rivets out of my treestand. I was lucky to get down with no injuries and warm up. I had made some serious mistakes.

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It's not all about whitetails

Although we are in the heart of our deer season and amidst the best days of hunting isn't all about deer...or even hunting for that matter. There are a lot of outdoor activities besides hunting deer.

For example, the retired Judges, David Earl Durham and Bob "Backwards Tent" Hamilton snuck onto some land probably owned by my very former in-laws and went after antelope.

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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 Read more...
The Letter Read more...
A new opening and a look back Read more...
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...
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