Guy Miner
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- Apr 6, 2006
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I enjoyed my solo hunt yesterday. My son couldn't accompany me as he had to work.
Two years ago was the last time I was alone on a deer hunt. Did fine on that one as well.
As the sun set while I was quartering my buck yesterday, I pulled the headlamp out of my pack and contemplated the work ahead. I had to finish reducing the buck to a load I could handle. Get the meat into my pack, shoulder the load and walk out in the dark. It took me an hour or so to quarter the buck. I don't work real fast on that project, and was being careful to not cut myself this time.
The pack was tough to hoist onto my back, but once there it settled just fine. The heavy, warm load pressing against my back was familiar.
I kept the rifle loaded. There are cougars and a few bear in the area, wasn't worried, just seemed prudent. Just carried the buck's head in my right hand. I'm just going to either bleach the skull, or just saw the antlers off it anyway.
Long walk back to the Jeep, in the dark. The first part was uphill on the rocky, sagebrush covered ground. I took a few breaks to breathe, going up that hill. The weight of the pack actually felt good.
Got to the road and found my Jeep after about an hour's walk. This whole time I'd had no cell service, so couldn't let Mama know I'd be late. Couldn't ask one of my sons to come help with the deer. That's fine.
Soon as I had cell service, I called Mama to let her know I was on the way.
It's more fun hunting with good friends & family, but quite satisfying to know that I can still do all this on my own. I pace myself a bit more carefully when alone. Do things more carefully. I sure didn't want to twist an ankle on the way out last night. Yes, I had my first aid kit. Yes, I could have spent the night out there, but I sure didn't want to do so.
Was real nice when I got home, showed my son the antlers. Unloaded my Jeep. Got a thorough sniffing from the jealous dog. Big hug from Mama. She warmed up dinner for me and I poured a glass of wine. Long hot shower and bed. A good day indeed.
John and I will hunt together later this week, probably Monday. That will be more fun, even if we don't get him on a buck. But there is something special about just heading out into the hills alone, and returning late that day, quietly successful.
Guy
Two years ago was the last time I was alone on a deer hunt. Did fine on that one as well.
As the sun set while I was quartering my buck yesterday, I pulled the headlamp out of my pack and contemplated the work ahead. I had to finish reducing the buck to a load I could handle. Get the meat into my pack, shoulder the load and walk out in the dark. It took me an hour or so to quarter the buck. I don't work real fast on that project, and was being careful to not cut myself this time.
The pack was tough to hoist onto my back, but once there it settled just fine. The heavy, warm load pressing against my back was familiar.
I kept the rifle loaded. There are cougars and a few bear in the area, wasn't worried, just seemed prudent. Just carried the buck's head in my right hand. I'm just going to either bleach the skull, or just saw the antlers off it anyway.
Long walk back to the Jeep, in the dark. The first part was uphill on the rocky, sagebrush covered ground. I took a few breaks to breathe, going up that hill. The weight of the pack actually felt good.
Got to the road and found my Jeep after about an hour's walk. This whole time I'd had no cell service, so couldn't let Mama know I'd be late. Couldn't ask one of my sons to come help with the deer. That's fine.
Soon as I had cell service, I called Mama to let her know I was on the way.
It's more fun hunting with good friends & family, but quite satisfying to know that I can still do all this on my own. I pace myself a bit more carefully when alone. Do things more carefully. I sure didn't want to twist an ankle on the way out last night. Yes, I had my first aid kit. Yes, I could have spent the night out there, but I sure didn't want to do so.
Was real nice when I got home, showed my son the antlers. Unloaded my Jeep. Got a thorough sniffing from the jealous dog. Big hug from Mama. She warmed up dinner for me and I poured a glass of wine. Long hot shower and bed. A good day indeed.
John and I will hunt together later this week, probably Monday. That will be more fun, even if we don't get him on a buck. But there is something special about just heading out into the hills alone, and returning late that day, quietly successful.
Guy