Tuesday, October 9, 2007
Hunting-- A Weekend Update
Saturday morning the barametric pressure was changing so I decided to go hunting again and of course my grandchildren wanted to go along only this time there was three of them. Fortunately for me I was hunting in a long saddle area so I spread the young adults out up the draw as I made my way to the top. AS I dropped each one off at a stand I would give explict instructions to stay put till I returned to get them. Just two hours after daylight one of them showed up at the top of the saddle and had gotten with the other two on his way. That not being bad enough ,they stood around talking and laughing just 75 yards from my stand and did all this just about the time for the deer to come in. This is the very reason why I prefer to hunt farmlands without other hunters. Now I have been told that I have the patience of a saint but for some strange reason this incident of hunting with the grandchildren just didn't sit well with me and I came down out of my stand madder then a bull in a china store. I came crashing through the brush straight toward the young adults and as I got to them I ask why they were out of their stands and talking so loud. I could here them over at my stand 75 yards away.Their reply was "well Ihad deer all around me snorting and some hunter came walking through so after he got out of sight I came up here". I ask how many deer he saw and he said none. By now I was out of the mood to hunt any longer so I decided to check the back side of the saddle for deer and tracks but the young adults just couldn't be quick so we headed for home empty handed again.That evening we collected three of my deer stands from across the lakebed and I spent the evening by myself putting them back up for rifle season. Sunday morning I hunted one of the new stands and spooked a deer out of the area as I went in to my stand before daylight. Unfortunately the deer never returned while I was on stand but at least I may have finally gotten away from the dogs and atv's. Only time will tell if my new stand sites are any good or not but at this point it doesn't matter to me anymore.
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Ahhh, the joys of hunting with young kids.
We had one of ours in his blind ask us if when it finally got light, could we go home?
yeah...I totally understand. I think it is our duty to take them, but sometimes it can try the patience.
man can it ever Arthur,then to we were probably the same way with our parents when we were young adults we just dont like to remember those days and we dont think about them when these kind of experiences happen to us. We just try our best to remain calm and collective and explain the incident so it doesn't happen again, thus a new learning experience for the young adults to pass on in time.
I can remember being a kid on those early hunts...fidgeting on stand, whining because my toes were so cold I thought they would break off, getting impatient and wanting to go back to the truck where there were snack cakes and soda....
I also remember the fit I pitched because my dad wouldn't let me bring my cap gun on a squirrel hunting trip. My mom did something and put the fear into him, and next thing I knew I was there in the woods with my dad, cap gun in hand... absolutely sure that if I could get close enough, I could stick that gun against a squirrel's head and kill him. That day ended when I couldn't wait to get closer, and fired half a roll of caps at a squirrel just as my dad had him in the sights.
I'm sure I pissed my dad off more than once, but he kept taking me. Now, hunting is a passion in my life, surpassed only by my love of my family. It's one activity I can always rely on to ground me when city life gets too stupid, or when "the world is too much with us."
Hang in there, grandpa. You're teaching them right, and if you don't teach them right...who will teach them wrong?
My Grandkids can sometimes frustrate me too, but I look on it as my duty to pass on my love for hunting to them!
I'm sure I drove my dad and grandpa crazy. I'm glad they were patient with me. Now its my turn to be patient.
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