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Hog Blog Friends In The Field – Jean’s A-Zone Buck

October 7, 2014

California’s A-zone is a special place, and the folks who hunt it every year are a different kind of deer hunter.

To begin with, it’s the largest, single zone in the state, ranging from just north of Los Angeles all the way up to the southern edge of the Mendocino National Forest.  It reaches from the coast, inland to Interstate 5.  That’s a lot of diverse territory, and the animals that inhabit the place are as different as the regions in which they live.

Then there’s the season itself.  A-zone archery starts the weekend after July 4th.  Rifle season kicks off in the second week of August.  That’s mid-summer, folks, and across much of the zone, these are the hottest, driest months of the year.  It takes a special kind of dedication to get out there in these conditions to hump the rugged country in hopes of hanging that A-zone tag on a blacktail buck.  Consider as well, that there’s only about a 10%, reported success rate in the zone… and if trophy blacktail bucks are your thing, the A-zone is not the best place to find them (although some real monsters come out of the zone every year… trophies not only for their size, but for their rarity).

Bottom line is, you have to really want to hunt deer to take part in the A-zone seasons, especially to do it consistently.  People think I’m crazy when I mention that I miss it.

My friend Jean, and her husband, are a couple of those special hunters, and they didn’t miss the season this year.  Here’s Jean’s story from her 2014 A-zone hunt.

Okay, here goes nuttin’…

We took the F150 and the trailer down to Willow Creek early Thursday morning for 3 days of trying to invite a deer to dinner.

The end of the ranch we had talked about hunting was occupied by another hunter. So we started working some of other spurs out from the main ridge. Down from one of the saddles I noticed a loaf shaped object on a small hill, maybe 400 yards away.

It was a bedded doe. She was looking at me. I called Todd on the radio. He came over and watched her with me. We looked away to talk for a few seconds. When we looked back, 3 does were standing. The middle one runs over, kicks the deer on the left and they all trot off down the hill together. It was as if to say “They’re watching too long. Get going, asshole!”

This was exciting to me because it is so hard to see bedded animals. 99.99999% of the time, they do a much better job of hiding than I do of looking.

We then set up camp and rested from the early morning start.

The evening hunt was uneventful, other than the usual bird pissing matches with one another at one of the water tanks.

The next morning hunt I got busted by what was probably another doe. At least I’m seeing deer, even if it is just a glimpse at deer butt. As we’re driving the ridge road, another deer we can’t identify runs away from us. We didn’t find that deer, but we did see one bedded in the same spot as yesterday.

In the early afternoon, we drove the back part of the ranch. Not many tracks and fewer new ones.

I got to my spot for the evening hunt about 6pm. I had little hope of seeing anything other than does but still glad of seeing all of the deer we had been able to see.

A little before 7:00pm I see one, then another critter about 500-600 yards distant. They look like dogs. No wait, THEY LOOK LIKE DEER.

NO, WAIT, THEY LOOK LIKE BUCKS!!!!!!!!!!! THEY ARE HEADED THIS WAY!!!!

Is one legal to shoot? YES, at least one is. They disappear behind a little hill for what seemed like an hour but was probably about 3 minutes. They crest the hill and come down the trail.

They stop.

I can’t get that thing that’s slamming around in my chest to settle down as much as I would like. I take my best shot at 215 yards. Buck # 1 jumps and runs down the hill. I shoot again because he’s moving and I don’t want him running down into the canyon. He does not come out the other side of the brush pile.

jean_and_buckI can now see that Buck # 2 is legal as well. For a moment there is a flash of doubt about “Did I hit the right buck?”. I review my actions and decide my course of action was correct. Buck # 2 did not respond to the sound of the shots at Buck # 1. He looks around for his buddy (in doing so, he presents a perfect broadside shot opportunity), prances around, jumps the fence, and trots away.

I babble something at Todd on the radio. Having heard the shots, he was already on his way. I am cold from the adrenalin in my system. He gets me to tell him the area where I shot and where I last saw the deer. I go down the hill so I can shoot if the deer comes out of the brush.

Todd goes in to check for tracks, blood and deer. There is no blood to see, but he finds some tracks that look like deer in a big damn hurry. Then he finds the deer. At first he thought it was a log. He calls me over. I ask him if I need my rifle. He says “No, he’s dead.”

The hill is steep. The reason the buck did not roll down the hill further is that his antlers became entangled in some chamise branches. I said my private thank you to both the buck and the bush that held him.

Even though he is only a forkie, he is a pretty big buck. The light color of his face tells me he is an old one. I say thank you again and again to nothing and everything.

He is too heavy for us to drag up the steep hill, even with some mechanical advantage.

When I opened him up, seemingly massive amounts of stomach ick and blood come pouring out. One lung is all but gone. My first shot was further aft than I had thought it would be and the buck was at more of an angle to me. There was no diaphram to cut through, it was just gone.

My second shot was almost total crap. My bullet tore some tendons on his upper right front leg. Maybe it helped stop him, I don’t know. It was nowhere near the front of the chest like I had intended.

We pulled him about 100 feet up the hill with a block and tackle to the truck. Lifting him into the back of the truck was a challenge. Todd figured out how to get it done. It is now 9pm and very dark.

Back at camp, the skinning and initial clean up finished up about 2am.

When we came home the next morning, a friend stopped by to help move the cooler, and inspect the head. He looked at the teeth . They were worn even with the roof of the mouth. This deer was definitely an old one.

I look forward now to summer sausage, steaks, jerky, roasts, and burgers. I am grateful to the deer and to my husband, Todd for all his amazing help and hard work.

The deer has indeed become all of those things, including roasting the bones and trimmings in the BBQ and making soup stock.

So congrats, Jean and Todd!

Updated 10/09/14 – Jean sent us a picture with her buck!

Checking The Cameras… The Countdown Begins!

September 12, 2014

I know, I know… my friends back in CA have been hunting for weeks (months, in some cases), and the NC archery season back home is opening this weekend.  I still have to wait until the 27 for Texas archery to fire up, but I’m about as ready as I can get!  I pulled the pictures off the cameras the other day, and I’m pretty stoked about the possibilities.

(As always, click the image if you want a larger view.)

Bachelor Party

These boys are just enjoying an evening snack before heading out to the club.

 

They've popped in for a late dinner.

They’ve popped in for a late dinner.

This guy will probably get a pass this year.  He's got great potential... if he survives the season.

This guy will probably get a pass this year. He’s got great potential… if he survives the season.

One of these things is not like the others.

One of these things is not like the others.

Works In Progress – Prepping For Deer Season

August 28, 2014

The new blind in progressIt can be a little tough to get psyched about deer season when it’s over 100 degrees outside, and humidity is in the upper three quarters as well.  It’s one thing to walk up the hill and check cameras, fill the feeder every month, and watch the deer from the porch.  It’s another, altogether, to climb that hill with chainsaw and machete in hand (and a backpack full of water) to work on stands and clearing out the cedar (juniper) so that both the deer and I can actually move through the tangle.

Once I got up there, of course, I found that the deer really didn’t have much problem.  In fact, the hillside looks like a deer highway with little tunnels anywhere the branches are too thick.  Picking a spot for a stand isn’t so much a question of figuring out where the deer will pass, but figuring out where I can put it so that I’m not right in the middle of a trail.  I need them to walk past me, not over me.  What’s more, is I need a place where I can actually slip an arrow through the brush.  The only way to do that is start cutting.

I’ve been meaning, ever since last fall, to get out there and clear some new hunting spots.  I’ve planned, and reconsidered, and planned some more, but it just seemed like there was always some reason not to do it.  The barn needed work.  The pasture needed to be mowed.  I needed to build a back porch because the old stairs were a death trap.  And so on and so on until, suddenly, summer was here.  And with summer comes heat.

The thing about working in this terrain during the Texas summer is that it’s not only uncomfortable, it’s potentially dangerous.  It’s easy to become dehydrated, and it happens fast.  Heat prostration can sneak right up, and if you’re not careful, you’ll face full heat exhaustion… and working solo, up in this thick stuff, that’s a very bad place to be.  Of course, it can be done.  There are guys out there every day, building fence, herding livestock, clearing land…  but it’s not something that a 50 year-old, computer jockey should take lightly.  I’m not a kid anymore, and as much as I love working with my hands on this ranch, I’m not a lifelong rancher either.

But all that aside, the other real reason for delay is that it’s just damned hard to get motivated to get out there and suffer that heat when I’ve got a nice, air conditioned house with Internet and TV and Kat to keep company.  Besides, I have a stand for Kat already, when either of us wants to shoot deer with the rifle.  And, until fairly recently, I already had a great stand, the Murder Hole, for all my bowhunting needs.  But back in May, while checking the pasture fences, I saw that a huge piece of the oak tree that contains the Murder Hole stand had broken off.  The stand is still intact, but it’s now completely exposed.  I can still put some cover up there and use the stand, but it’s going to make a tough hunt even tougher.

The Murder Hole was not as well planned as I’d like.  I mean, it’s in the perfect location for deer traffic, both morning and evening.  But I made a couple of miscalculations.  The prevailing winds in the canyon when I built the stand were generally south to north, so I set the stand with an optimal northerly view.  Behind the stand (to the south), I left the thick cedars alone to provide a screen, and to funnel the deer to either side of the stand.  What I didn’t realize was that this changes during the fall, and that there’s more of a northerly flow… especially in the late evening, when the deer are moving down from the south-facing slopes.  I can’t count the number of times the deer walked right up behind me, and then blew out when they caught my scent.  And trust me, I don’t care what kind of scent control you use… at five or ten yards downwind, especially on a warm day, the deer are going to smell you.

So setting up a new stand isn’t just an option anymore.  I had to do something.  I could try to fix up the Murder Hole, or get to work on a better location.

Back in June, I went at it and cleared a really pretty little park amongst the cedars up on the hillside about 200 yards behind the house.  There’s a huge, old oak tree in the middle that would be a great spot for a platform stand.  I also used the slash to create a couple of brush piles where it would be pretty easy to hide a pop-up blind.  Within a week, the native bunch grasses started coming up in the new clearing (thanks to some very timely rain), and the place looked perfect.  I set a camera out, looking forward to a ton of photos.  What I got, so far, is a couple of shots of the same two does, and a bunch of raccoons.  This wasn’t what I’d hoped to see.  I needed to put something up closer to the old stand, but better planned.

The summer came, and nearly went.  Deer season is less than a month away.  So, this past weekend, I went at it.

This is the view from the blind now.  I'll clear most of the brush from the shooting lanes, and use it to fully brush things up.  This should become a really deadly spot.

This is the view from the blind now. I’ll clear most of the brush from the shooting lanes, and use it to fully brush things up. This should become a really deadly spot.

I found a good location up on the hillside where there’s a reasonably flat(tish) spot.  Several trails converge around it, but there’s one spot where it’s too thick for the deer to move.  I could clear a hole out there to build my stand, and with all of the cedar brush I would cut, I could build a blind with natural material.  When I finish, it should look like any of the other brush piles I’ve created around the property (it’s too dry to burn, and they make great habitat for birds and small game).

I still have a lot of work to do.  These cedars are hell on a chainsaw, and it was already a little dull from the previous projects.  I was soon reduced to using the machete.  Even after drinking three liters of water, I started getting chills and cramps… and that’s a pretty good indication that it’s time to call it a day in this heat.

The final plan is to have the site completely brushed in, including a “roof”.  As you can see in this photo, I’ve also still got a lot of clearing to do for shooting lanes.  I got both chains good and sharp now, so consider this the “before” picture.  I’ll update soon, I hope, with the finished product.  Then I just need to leave it alone until the deer get used to it.  By September 27 (archery opener), it should become my new, go-to spot.

Then I can focus on some of the other locations I’ve scouted.  Who knows?  Maybe by the time next summer rolls around, I’ll actually have some of them cleared and ready for use.

 

Hillside Manor Photo Booth

July 28, 2014

I’ve noticed that a popular thing to do at events is to bring in a photo booth, where the participants step inside for a quick snapshot of themselves enjoying the party.  I guess sometimes there are costumes and props available to make the picture a little more memorable.  For my part though, I like the come-as-you-are approach.

It just so happens that there’s a year-round party going on up the hill behind the Hillside Manor, and the festive attendees aren’t a bit shy about showing off their party finest.  Here are a couple of candids from some recent shindigs.

As always, click any image to see a full-size version.

I just thought this was a cool shot.  My guess is that Kat or I are walking to the barn and he's decided it's time to go.  They aren't as tame as they may appear.

I just thought this was a cool shot. My guess is that Kat or I are walking to the barn and he’s decided it’s time to go. They aren’t as tame as they may appear.

I think this may be our old friend, Funkhorn.  That right side is developing some, but it's still sort of catawhompus.

I think this may be our old friend, Funkhorn. That right side is developing some, but it’s still sort of catawhompus.

Here's some nice, boxy antlers with reasonably good width for this area.  He'll be interesting in a couple of months.

Here’s some nice, boxy antlers with reasonably good width for this area. He’ll be interesting in a couple of months.

This guy carries that tall, narrow six-point configuration I see every year.

This guy carries that tall, narrow six-point configuration I see every year.

This one says more than I probably wish it would... but I thought it was pretty cool.  It's like they're watching the big, green piñata and waiting for someone to break it.

This one says more than I probably wish it would… but I thought it was pretty cool. It’s like they’re watching the big, green piñata and waiting for someone to break it.

I think this guy is about to tree that coon.  Is this the latest thing in coon hounds?

I think this guy is about to tree that coon. Is this the latest thing in coon hounds?

Deer Stalking Video – Part 1 Of A Series

April 14, 2014

Big hat tip to my friend, Sten, at Suburban Bushwacker for turning me on to this video.  It’s the first part of a six part series, and I’m really looking forward to seeing the additional installments.

Note that there’s not a lot of hype.  There are no high fives or ridiculous, “now that’s what it’s all about,” after-the-shot posturing.  There’s no blatant product placement.  No politics.  Just a quiet, but beautiful setting with a guy for whom the hunt is not just an opportunity for self-promotion.

So enjoy, please.

The Survivors – Next Season’s Crop?

January 9, 2014

This may be a little over-optimistic, since there were still a couple of weeks of buck season left when these pictures were taken, but it looks like we may have a decent crop of bucks to carry us into the 2014 deer season.  It’s also a given that these pictures didn’t capture every buck still living in the canyon, much less the ones who are hanging out on the other side of the ridge.  But it was fun to go through the camera and see who’s around.

I have a feeling this guy will go down if he crosses my path next season.

I have a feeling this guy will go down if he crosses my path next season.

This is the buck Kat was supposed to shoot.  He's no monster, but he looks pretty solid for this area.  Of course, next season he'll be even better!

This is the buck Kat was supposed to shoot. He’s no monster, but he looks pretty solid for this area. Of course, next season he’ll be even better!

This guy didn't give me any good photos, but I think he's promising.  Hope he made it through the last couple of weeks.

This guy didn’t give me any good photos, but I think he’s promising. Hope he made it through the last couple of weeks.

I know, he won't be mature in September, but he'll be bigger than this.

I know, he won’t be mature in September, but he’ll be bigger than this.

This little guy has a lot of antler growth ahead of him, but his body isn't looking too bad.

This little guy has a lot of antler growth ahead of him, but his body isn’t looking too bad.

This guy looks a lot like the one I shot last year.  Genetics at work...

This guy looks a lot like the one I shot last year. Genetics at work…

 

2013 – A Look Back At A Chaotic Year

January 4, 2014

The Trophy WallIf I really wanted to do a retrospective of 2013, I’d have a hard time putting the pieces in place.  July mingles with January in the jumbled and chaotic haze that has been the past year.

From a hunting perspective, as my second whitetail season winds down here at the “Hillside Manor Ranch”, I find that it’s creating a different set of memories and experiences.  I can, and sometimes do, find myself hunting right off the back porch.  A long hike is out to the corner of the pasture where my treestand overlooks the “murder hole”.

There’s no question of “if” I’ll get a deer, but more about how many I think we can eat in the eight months before the next season opens.  Even this weekend, as the buck season winds down (does and spikes are open until the 18th), the biggest question in my mind is not whether I’ll get one, but whether or not I should go shoot another deer.  We have three in the freezer now, including my two does and Kat’s six-pointer.  Do I really want to add one more?  Because I know, if I want to kill one, all I have to do is go out there with the bow or rifle (admittedly less of a sure thing with the bow)…

Of course this confidence doesn’t necessarily take away from my love of the hunt, nor does it lessen the satisfaction of providing a year’s worth of red meat.  But there are many times when I really miss humping the hills and canyons for the elusive blacktail or hog.  I reminisce about the satisfying exhaustion you can only get after thigh-burning climbs, or from packing a big boar out of the deepest hell hole.  You don’t get that here, because I guess that’s the trade-off for easy hunting.  Hard hunting is its own reward, even if you end up with unfilled tags.

So I didn’t do any of that sort of hunting in 2013, and that was reflected in the content of the Hog Blog.  While I spent a fair amount of time hunting, most of that time simply didn’t justify a write-up.  It would have become pretty banal after a time or two.  How many times can you read about my morning or evening in the stand, watching the beauty of the day coming or going?  Deer came and deer went, and sometimes I passed a shot, sometimes I had no shot, and occasionally I got busted before I could decide.

Of course, I had some great times, like when John came out to visit and hunt axis with me and when Kat shot her first whitetail buck.  But those times all sort of blur in the craziness of work at my “day job”, the back injury that laid me up most of the winter (and the ongoing visits to the specialist in San Antonio), and the never-ending list of projects and chores to be done on a small ranch property.  I’ve also been busy settling into my new Texas digs… a process that is still ongoing.  It’s just chaos.

So I’ve been on vacation since December 11.  We went to Ireland for a week or so, and spent some time with my family in NC.  It all wrapped up with a week here at the manor.  While the time off has had its own sort of chaos, it’s also given me some much-needed time to try to get my head back together.  2013 was, in many ways, a rough year.  Rewarding, sure, but rough.

I expect 2014 will have a whole new set of challenges, planned and unplanned, but it’s also going to have some changes.  I will make the time and effort to get away from the homestead and do some “hard” hunting, even if that means going out of state.  I’ve been invited, for the third year in a row, to hunt turkeys with my friend Ron Gayer in New Mexico.  I have also made a commitment to myself to get back up to Dark Timber Outfitters in Colorado for elk this season.  It’s been a long time since I last hunted elk, and I have declared that 2014 will break that long, dry spell.  I’m even bouncing around the thought of trying to make it back to California for a hog hunt.

Something else that was missing in 2013 was my annual trip to the SHOT Show.  It was the first show I’d missed in 10 years, and I felt personally let down, not to mention the feeling that I’d let the Hog Blog readers down as well.  The impact of missing the show included a loss of contact with some gear manufacturers, which resulted in a dearth of gear review opportunities over most of the year.  I’m already booked to attend this year, albeit briefly, and I’m looking forward to it as always.  It’s kind of like a second Christmas!

Other than all that, I don’t really have big resolutions for 2014.  I would say I’ll try to update the blog more regularly, but honestly, that will depend on what I have to say.  More hunting and new experiences always translate into stories and commentary, and now that I’ll be back at work after my long vacation, I’ll be spending more time at the computer.  As usual, I’ll be keeping abreast of the lead ammo issue, and I’ll try to help separate the politics and misinformation from the facts as things develop.  And SHOT should provide me with a fresh source of gear to review along the way.

So, even though it’s four days late, I bid adieu to the chaos of 2013, and lock in a heading to make my way through 2014.  Happy New Year!

 

 

Down To The Wire. She Shoots! She Scores!

December 10, 2013

Well, as usual, it ain’t over until the ink dries… and the virtual ink on my last post was barely fixed on the page before the whole thing changed.  Sometimes, it’s all about that last minute effort…

Kat had pretty much given up hope on getting a buck this year, since our holiday travels and plans will keep us from hunting again until the new year (buck season ends on January 5).  Of course I’d have had her out there for those last few days, but I think she was feeling like it was now or never… and Sunday seemed like never. 

But I kept a close watch  this evening, and when I saw a buck show up to harass the does, I grabbed the rifle and told her to come on.  It wouldn’t be ideal timing, since I’ve got a ton of stuff to get done before we head out on vacation, but it would be her first buck…

I can’t give the hunt a lot more build-up than that, since the toughest part was waiting for the deer to turn and offer a good shot angle.  When he did, Kat touched the trigger and the .243 did its thing.  The shot was a little lower than we’d hoped, but with Iggy’s help I was able to follow the six-pointer to his final resting place.  Tonight, instead of leftover venison stew, we had grilled tenderloins. 

So tomorrow morning, instead of all the last minute work stuff and packing, I’ll be butchering her buck and getting him into the freezer.  Then I’ll deal with work, packing, and getting ready for a much-needed vacation!

Kat's first buck!

Let ‘em Walk… For Now

December 9, 2013

I haven't seen this guy before.  The rut is bringing them out of the hills and canyons.

I haven’t seen this guy before. The rut is bringing them out of the hills and canyons.

For the past couple of weeks, I’ve noticed a definite uptick in the number of bucks coming to the feeder.  I can attribute part of this to the fact that the acorns have pretty much fallen, and we had a lot of wet weather on top of them, so they’re already starting to rot.  Corn and protein pellets are looking pretty tasty to the critters again.

But also, it looks like the rut is finally about to kick off down here.  This latest cold snap can’t hurt to get things moving.  While the bucks still seem to be mostly moving solo, they’re seldom far behind the does… and the does are THICK.  I had ten deer out on the feeder the other evening, none of which had visible antlers.  Groups of five or six are a pretty common sight.  It’s a bachelor’s dream scenario.

For my own part, while I’m pretty stoked to see the bucks showing up (I haven’t seen them much since early season), I’m in no hurry to shoot one.  I put two does in the freezer already, so the meat supply is fine.  Unless I see something I really can’t resist, I’ll probably hold off.  Maybe I’ll finish one of the new stands in the woods after Christmas and try one with the bow.

 

This six pointer has been around off and on all season.  I missed him with the bow in September.  Now he's got Kat's name on him.

This six pointer has been around off and on all season. I missed him with the bow in September. Now he’s got Kat’s name on him.

But Kat hasn’t killed a buck yet, and this could be a great opportunity for her.  We set up in the blind yesterday evening, in hopes that one particular six-pointer would be around.  We’d also seen a couple of “new” bucks on the camera from a few days earlier… one of which was a pretty nice eight-pointer.  A more recent visitor didn’t give me the look I needed, but I’m fairly certain it is Funkhorn… and if not, it’s a near relation.

It was a lovely, cool day to watch the sun go down.  We slipped out to the blind a couple hours before sunset and settled in for the wait.  The deer had been showing up reasonably early, but the overcast and cold had given way to a sunny afternoon.  Nothing except doves, jays, and squirrels were moving in the woods.  There’s a major flight of doves right now, by the way, but they’re safe until the 20th when the season re-opens.  Sparrows kept popping into the open window of the blind, apparently looking for a good place for a winter nest.  It was entertaining, but sometimes startling when they’d just flit right in out of nowhere.

Finally, as we wound into the last 45 minutes of shooting light, a little group of does and yearlings wandered across the pasture and started to feed.  Kat scoped each one, declaring that she could make a clean kill on every deer in the group… but she was holding out for the bucks.

The deer fed for a while, and then filed back out to the horse pasture.  At one point, they must have passed within a few yards of the blind.  A couple more does showed up next and hung around until almost dark.  The bucks never showed.  I kept waiting for Kat to change her mind and decide to just take a doe, but it never happened, despite the temptation of some amazing shot opportunities.

Is this Funkhorn?  I haven't seen him all year, but this definitely could be.

Is this Funkhorn? I haven’t seen him all year, but this definitely could be.

We probably won’t get another chance before the holidays, as we’ve got some travel plans that will keep us out of the woods for the next few weeks.  Hopefully, the big boys will still be around when we get back, and Kat can add a whitetail buck to her hunting achievements log… and one more pile of meat to our annual supply.

 

Look Who Came To Breakfast

November 29, 2013

Could this be Kat's first whitetail buck?So I noticed a couple of the bucks I skinned last week were starting to look and smell kind of rutty.  I hadn’t seen much activity around my place though, but with the cold snap and December coming on strong, I knew it would happen soon.  With all the does that have been coming to the feeder and the oak trees, the bucks simply had to be somewhere in the wings.

Then, yesterday I got a wild hair and decided to saddle up the horse for a ride.  Just as I was passing the far corner of the neighbor’s place, a doe burst out of cover and bounded across the road in front of us.  I reined Dolly in, and a moment later, a nice looking buck came bouncing across behind her… never once glancing toward me, the horse, and Iggy (who was itching to go “play” too). 

Later, after the ride, I was doing a little miscellanea around the barn and went up to check the game cameras.  Look who was here! I got photos of him again the next morning (Thanksgiving Day). 

We’ve decided that, if he hangs around long enough, I’ll give Kat the opportunity to shoot her first buck.  But the rut usually kicks up the activity at the local hunting camps, so he’ll have to slip through a veritable gauntlet to make it to my skinning rack. 

Stay tuned…

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