Guy Miner
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- Apr 6, 2006
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Okay, a scouting trip with a bear tag in my pocket and a bear rifle in hand. I like "armed recon" for a title though. Reminds me of years gone by.
Spent the morning drinking coffee and talking with Mama. Haven't seen a lot of her lately. Then headed out for an afternoon scouting trip, knowing I was unlikely to see any game animals. Had a golden eagle soaring overhead, and saw a number of small animals though. Spent four hours hiking the hills, glassing the same. I know it's good mule deer country because every step was either across a steep sidehill, steep uphill, or steep downill. Heck, I was even breathing hard and sweating coming down the doggone ridge! Some kind of steep! Good country though, and I do believe I'll be there opening morning for mule deer.
Found fresh deer and elk sign. Was sort of hoping to find a bear, but never did. Got one heck of a workout, renewed my knowledge of an area I've hunted before. Also missed my Seahawks beating the tar out of New York! Doggone it. We don't win often, so I don't like missing those games...
I thought this view was pretty dramatic. In my youth I spent a lot of time up in places like that. Now I don't. At the time I was simply enjoying being young and fit and free. Now, the thought of going up there simply doesn't appeal.
There's got to be a mule deer buck in there somewhere...
Here's that Nimrod pack I bought a while back. Growing rather fond of it. Also the big Ruger, a .44 S&W, and the Swaro rangefinder. Pretty much my constant companions in the hills, although I do change out rifles a lot depending...
I'll be up there again, in a week, deer tag in pocket.
Spent the morning drinking coffee and talking with Mama. Haven't seen a lot of her lately. Then headed out for an afternoon scouting trip, knowing I was unlikely to see any game animals. Had a golden eagle soaring overhead, and saw a number of small animals though. Spent four hours hiking the hills, glassing the same. I know it's good mule deer country because every step was either across a steep sidehill, steep uphill, or steep downill. Heck, I was even breathing hard and sweating coming down the doggone ridge! Some kind of steep! Good country though, and I do believe I'll be there opening morning for mule deer.
Found fresh deer and elk sign. Was sort of hoping to find a bear, but never did. Got one heck of a workout, renewed my knowledge of an area I've hunted before. Also missed my Seahawks beating the tar out of New York! Doggone it. We don't win often, so I don't like missing those games...
I thought this view was pretty dramatic. In my youth I spent a lot of time up in places like that. Now I don't. At the time I was simply enjoying being young and fit and free. Now, the thought of going up there simply doesn't appeal.
There's got to be a mule deer buck in there somewhere...
Here's that Nimrod pack I bought a while back. Growing rather fond of it. Also the big Ruger, a .44 S&W, and the Swaro rangefinder. Pretty much my constant companions in the hills, although I do change out rifles a lot depending...
I'll be up there again, in a week, deer tag in pocket.