12-03-2005, 02:05 PM
Strait from work into the woods I went , Bull
le still had one last chance left to hang on my mantle .I was a little confident that this was the lucky day I had been waiting for , up till now the day had been going my way and had been easy and filled with unexpected pleasures , I even recived a two for one from the vending machine from work . All good omens , all day long , the signs were all there for a great hunt .
I posined myself 20 yards up the runway Bullle had established as a scrapeline ,it was still active and plenty of eager females had been leaving calling cards for the woodland studmuffin . I was nesseled in between a couple of blownover cedar trees from last years icestorm , my cover was perfect and allowed me full concielment with a prime lane open for shooting paralell to his trail .
An hour before dusk and twigs started to snap in the heavy brush , this might just be my lusky day at last . I frose , never moved a mussle , even when my leg neck and arm started cramping up .
Thruout the next hour , the movement from the brush let me know it wouldn't be much longer . I couldn't feel mr right leg anymore and the handwarmers in my gloves had expired , was this worth it ?
Yea I thought to myself , whats one hour compaired to a wallmount to be proud of and a few venison dinners to boot .
The last few minutes of daylight were hitting , the woods were becoming shrouded in darkness , the bare saplings of the thicket started moving with only a minuet left before twilight was blanketing my last chance for the rifle season to be sucessfull .
I finally broke from my stillike position and slowley raised my scope up on the trail , Bullle should be visible within the next few seconds , thats all I would need and all I had left of the season .
Out he came , one of the biggest i had ever seen , not quite the buck I imagined from all the scrapes and rubbings I had found early in the season .
I had been bested by rockey racoon ! All light gone rifle season was closed , My confidence stolen by a masked cornbandit .
To add a little insult to the injury , the coyotes just a few dosen yards north of me had began yipping and howling as if to rub the entire incident in my face . My leg, tingiling from numbness decided to join in with the wild dogs with its form of ridicule, each step home sent shockwaves of pain thruout my freezing body .
This rifle season saw a bewildered hunter foiled by mother nature .
Man , I can hardly wait for mussleloader season to start .
How did any of you do this rifle season ?
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le still had one last chance left to hang on my mantle .I was a little confident that this was the lucky day I had been waiting for , up till now the day had been going my way and had been easy and filled with unexpected pleasures , I even recived a two for one from the vending machine from work . All good omens , all day long , the signs were all there for a great hunt . I posined myself 20 yards up the runway Bull
le had established as a scrapeline ,it was still active and plenty of eager females had been leaving calling cards for the woodland studmuffin . I was nesseled in between a couple of blownover cedar trees from last years icestorm , my cover was perfect and allowed me full concielment with a prime lane open for shooting paralell to his trail . An hour before dusk and twigs started to snap in the heavy brush , this might just be my lusky day at last . I frose , never moved a mussle , even when my leg neck and arm started cramping up .
Thruout the next hour , the movement from the brush let me know it wouldn't be much longer . I couldn't feel mr right leg anymore and the handwarmers in my gloves had expired , was this worth it ?
Yea I thought to myself , whats one hour compaired to a wallmount to be proud of and a few venison dinners to boot .
The last few minutes of daylight were hitting , the woods were becoming shrouded in darkness , the bare saplings of the thicket started moving with only a minuet left before twilight was blanketing my last chance for the rifle season to be sucessfull .
I finally broke from my stillike position and slowley raised my scope up on the trail , Bull
le should be visible within the next few seconds , thats all I would need and all I had left of the season . Out he came , one of the biggest i had ever seen , not quite the buck I imagined from all the scrapes and rubbings I had found early in the season .
I had been bested by rockey racoon ! All light gone rifle season was closed , My confidence stolen by a masked cornbandit .
To add a little insult to the injury , the coyotes just a few dosen yards north of me had began yipping and howling as if to rub the entire incident in my face . My leg, tingiling from numbness decided to join in with the wild dogs with its form of ridicule, each step home sent shockwaves of pain thruout my freezing body .
This rifle season saw a bewildered hunter foiled by mother nature .
Man , I can hardly wait for mussleloader season to start .
How did any of you do this rifle season ?
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