Part of why I enjoy hunting so much, is the whole experience that comes with it. Now you may be asking me what is the "whole experience"? It is simple... laughing with friends, heated discussions over which techniques work best, trying to figure out where to hunt, planning the course of action which never seems to turn out the way you planned anyway. The list goes on, but could probably best be summed up simply as...
The hunting experience is waking up before the butt crack of dawn knowing an adventure is waiting for you that day, and having great friends to share it with.
Let me share with you a little bit of the "whole experience" from our Saturday hunt...
During the wee hours of the morning, I soon discovered that the heat packs in my boots were duds. I also was quickly reminded of the fact that the circulation in my feet is getting worse. (I'm sure it has absolutely nothing to do with my age.) So when the suggestion came to try a different location, I was glad to make the trek back to the truck. I also was willing to stay and "watch" the truck while the guys walked down the road in search of turkey tracks. The heat flowing from the heat vents never felt so good as the color slowly returned to my white toes.
I was given the instruction to drive down to an old campsite in an hour. No problem! I left my bow and pack next to a tree, so I could sneak out from the warmth of the cab in a few minutes after the feeling in my toes returned. We've seen turkeys where the truck was currently parked, so in the chance that something strolled by, I wanted a shot. The truth? That didn't happen. I had my nose in a book the whole time.
When I realized that an hour slipped by, I prepared to get moving and pick up the guys. Then I heard it. Two gun shots. The guys had bows. Troy has his pistol, but why would he be shooting it? A few thoughts flashed through my mind. Are they in trouble? Mountain Lion? Is there another hunter up here? Or is that his signal that I better hurry my butt up. When I realized it is most likely the latter, for a split second I thought of being a smarty and firing my pistol back. I decided to hurry. And as I was driving away, I remember my bow and pack! Ugh. Truck is swiftly put in reverse and my equipment quickly retrieved.
As I make it to the turn in the road that leads to the designated campsite, I glance down the other road and see what looks like two big camouflage rocks. My brain doesn't completely register what I'm seeing. I continue down the road where I'm supposed to make my pick up. By the time I realize that what I saw were not rocks, but actually Troy and Alan, I have to put the truck in reverse one more time. As I pull up, Al and Troy are now in stitches... well, mainly Al. It didn't help that I told them:
- I wanted to fire my pistol back
- I had to go back for my bow
- I thought they were rocks
Apparently camouflage rocks don't wave their hands.
Anyway, things didn't exactly go as we planned with the turkey hunting, but I'm not complaining. Any time spent in the woods is a good thing in my book! I just can't figure out why we are such elk magnets. It seemed like everywhere we went elk were spying on us. Don't get me wrong... I truly enjoyed the encounters. One thing is for sure, we know how to find elk!! Now if we can just get this turkey thing figured out.
Here's a few clips from our last adventure in the woods.
Once again, I'm a bit technically challenged, so you may have to crank up the volume...