I usually hunting all fall season. This year I haven’t been into it. Hard to say why. I guess the freezer is full and I’m feeling lazy.
It doesn’t mean I haven’t been out in the woods, only that I’m a lot less serious this time. The grouse seem to know I’m carrying a camera (a phone) instead of a shotgun. Clever little guys.
It must be how a hunter carrying a gun carries themself. Try to walk sneaky and attention is paid.
Many years ago, My brother and I were driving the ranch and stopped about a 100 yards from a clump of trees. There were a pair of does laid up in their beds but were not concerned until we got out of truck and pulled several tools from bed. Then these two took off as if the Devil hisself was pursuing them.
Chuckling, I’ll see your grouse and raise it to a flock of Turkeys just flew into my trees.
Loud Flapping indeed. More flapping as it seems a branch just broke off.
Evening entertainment in NH
The crows around Brisbane, Australia, former lucky country and past and future penal slave colony, were a smart flock.
If one were sweeping the verandah and one of the dark flying scoundrels was perched nearby, one could shoulder the broom and line up on the wretched bird, which would exude smug indifference. If one put the broom down and went to the arms locker and retrieved the Erma M1 carbine copy in .22lr, loaded it and went back out, the cunning avian would be out of range before any chance of a viable shot, cawing “fark! fark! fark!” while making its escape.
Dawn Saturday all the dusky flying rats from miles around would hold court in the big dead gum opposite my bedroom, hearing cases, making arguments, pleading appeals and passing sentences…and deftly avoiding the grumpy bleary eyed caffeine deprived maniac stumbling out to do battle, desperately fumbling with fiddly little rimfire cartridges through the fog of rudely interrupted sleep.
Stefan (yawn) v.
Ah, yes. Ruffed Grouse hunting, the sport of kings.
I have no motivation. To do anything. It seems to be happening to a lot of people. Even though winter is almost here and enormous changes are forecast, the pain comes heavier and gumption is nil. Probably just burnout but who knows.
Good luck in the near future.
A lot of folks are low on motivation. So long as it’s temporary I figure it’s not so bad. It feels like I’m “recovering” and thus it’s time well spent doing nothing. In the meantime, not-hunting for grouse is just birdwatching. 🙂
I saw a deer on the morning of voting day out back, too early to see antlers but the first I’ve seen in a year and that’s with a clearcut last winter just behind my house on public land.
Of course, that was 3 months after I moved a collared wolf off the road and left a message at the number on it’s ear tag, so I’m thinking a lot of things need to be left alone to fix themselves.
Everybody has been running like a chaisaw while checking high-idle for almost 5 years if not longer.
You didn’t go Neanderthal and chuck some rocks at them to get them some exercise?
I stood there talking to them… “are you going to fly away or what?” I’ll be in trouble if they start talking back.