squirrel
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Well last winter I decided I was going to be a ballsy little squirrel and invade the northern territory of ‘ol Buzzard –breath, I girded up my chiclet loins, and sent in an app to go and get me some of that there non-resident “free meat”. I was counting on him being so busy saving the cyber world from evil that his wall could be breeched easier than a group of guys staggering out of the desert into Three Points. AZ. begging for agua. But I knew some stealth would be required. Them buzzards have a lot of time as they are up there circling collecting a paycheck without flapping a wing.
I got talked into taking a sit-around job one day a week, and one of the things I did while sitting around was sharpen things, knives, mower blades, and, eventually, my broad heads went on the stone. Now even though my head hair has migrated downward for decades now, eventually my arms ran out of hair to be shaved. Manscaping??? Being out of my skill set, I by-passed all that territory and started at the ankles and worked up. Fortunately all my blades were sharp before I reached my knees.
I did some practicing during the summer, not enough, to build confidence with my recurve, so I chose to use the compound. All my llamas were rented out for the entire month of September except for my six yearlings so my summer trips were used to condition the old guys and also to get the little fellas some experience with 10-20 lb. loads, so that, hopefully, between the six of them I could have at least some assistance when I headed into the back country. Two were a little slow but the four biggest came along quite nicely. My threshold for acceptable skill is quite low when the alternative is to put all my crap on my own back, however.
IMG_1352 by squirrel2012, on Flickr
DSC05600 by squirrel2012, on Flickr
Renting out the boys and work made for a very patchy schedule of days available to launch my northern invasion, I put my manly foot down and blocked out the last ten days of the month at work, after all the wooly boys were going to be returned home, at least I could have one block of time to really get after them away from the truck and all the usual road hunters.
By driving in the wee hours I squeaked in a trip for the first two days, you can’t miss the opener? Right?? I heard a big boy bugle (I have been chasing the same huge bull for almost a decade now, when I can draw, he has a distinctive bellow of a bugle,) at about 8 am just once and my cow calls brought a calf to five yards, where she froze and her eyes approached saucer dimensions as she brought my form into focus. After she broke and spooked back to Mom a pine martin hopped by about 20 yards away, and that was about it for that day. I found a couple wallows that were about a week old since they had been used. Elk sign was absolutely everywhere but with a full moon and 85 degree temperatures there was not a great deal of daylight activity going on.
I knew it was going to get good when i found the "party balloon" of antler radar's dreams tucked in the bushes...
Untitled by squirrel2012, on Flickr
I got talked into taking a sit-around job one day a week, and one of the things I did while sitting around was sharpen things, knives, mower blades, and, eventually, my broad heads went on the stone. Now even though my head hair has migrated downward for decades now, eventually my arms ran out of hair to be shaved. Manscaping??? Being out of my skill set, I by-passed all that territory and started at the ankles and worked up. Fortunately all my blades were sharp before I reached my knees.
I did some practicing during the summer, not enough, to build confidence with my recurve, so I chose to use the compound. All my llamas were rented out for the entire month of September except for my six yearlings so my summer trips were used to condition the old guys and also to get the little fellas some experience with 10-20 lb. loads, so that, hopefully, between the six of them I could have at least some assistance when I headed into the back country. Two were a little slow but the four biggest came along quite nicely. My threshold for acceptable skill is quite low when the alternative is to put all my crap on my own back, however.
IMG_1352 by squirrel2012, on FlickrDSC05600 by squirrel2012, on FlickrRenting out the boys and work made for a very patchy schedule of days available to launch my northern invasion, I put my manly foot down and blocked out the last ten days of the month at work, after all the wooly boys were going to be returned home, at least I could have one block of time to really get after them away from the truck and all the usual road hunters.
By driving in the wee hours I squeaked in a trip for the first two days, you can’t miss the opener? Right?? I heard a big boy bugle (I have been chasing the same huge bull for almost a decade now, when I can draw, he has a distinctive bellow of a bugle,) at about 8 am just once and my cow calls brought a calf to five yards, where she froze and her eyes approached saucer dimensions as she brought my form into focus. After she broke and spooked back to Mom a pine martin hopped by about 20 yards away, and that was about it for that day. I found a couple wallows that were about a week old since they had been used. Elk sign was absolutely everywhere but with a full moon and 85 degree temperatures there was not a great deal of daylight activity going on.
I knew it was going to get good when i found the "party balloon" of antler radar's dreams tucked in the bushes...
Untitled by squirrel2012, on Flickr
