Yep, thats me-The Great Hunter…
But, I paid good cash for my deer tag, I am determined to fill it.
Even if this meant hunting in the recently arrived artic cold front with drizzle, and freezing cold 40 mph winds with a windchill of 18 degrees.
Wednesday evening Hubs dropped Bubba and I off near our blinds and made a plan to pick us up right at dark.
My blind is located quite a good distance off the little dirt trail, so I was the last one to be picked up at dark.
When I first got into the woods Wednesday late afternoon, I spooked 2 does right off the bat.
I was hopeful.
Surely Mr. buck was not too far from these ladies….
The drizzle ceased and the sun peeked out for a split second-something else in my favor.
However, that was the only appearance the sun made until sunset.
The artic front wind was blowing. I hunkered down in my deer blind out of the wind as much as I could.
I kept a watchful eye out for Mr. Buck.
Until I became really cold and bored.
About 2 hours into my icy cold wait-slash-hunt, I became bored and took a photo.
It was so cold my camera wasnt working properly.
Dark fell fast.
The wind never let up.
Doing jumping jacks to stay warm crossed my mind.
I took another photo instead.
The flash probably sent all the deer within a 5 mile radius of me sprinting to the next county.
It didnt matter anyhow by then it was hard to see in the dark.
I took this photo while I was walking. I was about halfway to my pick up point.
The tall grass was swaying in the winds, resembling an ocean of dark gold. It reminded me of the movie, The Ghost and the Darkness.
Which briefly sent thoughts of African man-killing Lions across my mind..
The woods were dark when I started my trek to the road where my pick up point was.
Of course, I did not have the foresight to pack my flashlight. I used my cell phone light when it became hard to see and where the terrain was rough crossing over.
I kept straining my ears for any sounds other than the howling wind.
Only the lonesome wind whispered to me.
Here I stand at the pick up point awaiting my Prince Charming aka The Hubs.
After about 5 minutes, I did a few sets of jumping jacks, had more thoughts about man-killing African Lions which drifted to mountain lion attacks on humans. I just happened to be in an area of known mountian lion activity.
The thoughts did not scare me, but intrigued me.
However, if I would have been thinking about some escaped psycho killer from the Criminally Insane Sanitarium I could have easily frightened myself.
As sad as this is, it is the truth: humans scare me far worse than wild animals. There is no end to the atrocities humans do to each other.
When I had been waiting 15 minutes, I called hubs to make sure he didnt forget about me waiting. It had been dark for well over 30 minutes.
Hubs said he was on his way.
Lastly while waiting for my ride, I took a photo of my freezing self out in the middle of the Great Oklahoma Wilderness.
Bubba was all toasty warm since he was picked up before me. He had hot chocolate and cashews.
I had pre-hypothermia and hunger pains.
Hey, that’s where my bullets went.
Nah, those are spent shell casings Wee One is holding.
Those casings came from target practicing when we sighted in our rifles a couple of weeks ago.
I received my personally signed hardcover copy of Real Magic by one of my favorite Authors, Brian Fowler.
I am happily looking forward to reading it front to back. The book itself is appealing and quite attractive to the eye.
Excellent job Brian!
Thank you very much.