I know there has been lots of picture on Facebook of the snow up north so this isn’t that big of a post. But we have had five straight days of snow and it is the middle of October. So thought I would share a few videos of the white stuff that looks so cool to those from the south…and depressing to us that might have to live with it for the next eight months.
Not much to say about this except that we have had this van for over ten years. As Amelia says, “It represents her childhood.” It died a month ago and instead of taking the $230 offered to us we decided to donate to our local fire department for them to “do as they pleased”.
And that is what they did! We missed the show but saw the aftermath in the field. I hope they had fun because I know we had lots of fun driving her all around from Florida to Washington.
Seven days after my first deer of the bow season and the next time I went out we bagged another one. My son Samuel came out with me again and I guess he is good luck. He thinks that you should get a deer every time you are in the stand.
Given the fact we are going out this Saturday for the youth mentor gun hunt I hope he is right!
Went out last Sunday night bow hunting with Samuel. The rest of the family was out of town and I wanted to give him an opportunity to be in the woods. The first weekend in October him and I will be participating in the Wisconsin youth hunt. So I went to my bow hunting stand and he settled in all by himself in our gun stand we are going to use.
I wanted to leave the house around four in the afternoon so that our time out there would not be overwhelming for him. He wanted to leave right after church and we compromised around two pm. Samuel is one of the few people in the world who even knows where my gun stand is located. It is under such good cover that you could walk by it all day long and not see its location.
So I got him settled in to his seat and made my way back with word for him to stay put until seven pm. An hour later I glanced out my side widow to see this deer-like trot of my ten-year old coming towards me. I motioned for him to stop 20 yards away. ”Dad my walkie-talkie is dead.” came his loud whisper. I already figure that out since we couldn’t communicate and let him know that would be fine. Off he went bouncing back.
An hour later I heard a noise under my platform and got my bow ready as the sound got stronger. Scratching the ladder on the other side of my door was not a bear like I first thought, but Samuel again. With my head out the window, “Dad, I just finished my book!” I affirmed his diligence and spirit of excitement and more strongly encouraged him to not move from his stand until seven pm. Off he bounced like Tigger from Winnie the Pooh.
Thinking my whole evening is over because of the commotion I pulled out my crossword puzzle for a nice quiet evening. Then out of the corner of my eye an hour later I saw movement. And give grace and agility I stood up from my chair and hid behind the door as I readied my weapon all the while peeking out the window at two deer. I can only shot one doe on this land in a year and wasn’t planning on doing it this early in the season.
But with Samuel near by I decided there is no better time than now. Bow drawn back and the appropriate site marker in my peep-hole. Count to three and let go. The arrow went through the air and I knew my intended target was hit. It took off to the left. Most of the time you are to wait for up to thirty minutes before you track a deer, but I couldn’t. I was out of my stand and walking down to get Samuel within seconds.
“You want to track a deer buddy?”
“Let’s go dad!”
And we were back up to the kill zone where the arrow was lodged in the ground red with blood. It went all the way through and I was positive it was a good location. I gave some instructions to my new tracking recruit and I let him lead the way through the dense trees and under growth. Within minutes he was standing over the downed deer so very excited that he actually found it.
We won’t talk about the field dressing part. He made it through but didn’t care much for that part even though he took a picture of the guts on the ground. (I won’t post that one)
I am starting my second year of coaching our middle school cross country team. I really enjoy hanging with these kids. They are top-notch young people who I really admire. Their goal this year is to get me into shape and so far they are doing really well. We had our first meet last week at Tomahawk and I can honestly say I was so excited for this one. With eight teams and 130 runners in each race this was a nice size meet for many of these kids first race as a Hodag.
Well they did awesome! We had 4 students medal in the top ten and all really raced hard and now have a great benchmark for our next meet tomorrow in Rhinelander.
It was a nice Saturday morning and I was up early to work in the garden. Potatoes, peas, and carrots were in order for the day. While I was out there enjoying life my father in law, Bill, shows up on his motorcycle. He said he was there to pick up an apple mill to make sauce for his wife. I think he came to remind me of what days like this were for, riding a motorcycle.
He left as quick as he came, but an hour later the call came. Him and Mark were going for a ride. “Was I in?”. Of course I was, the zucchini could wait. Given the heat level I kept my full face helmet off and enjoyed the wind of my shield-less Vulcan. Mark had a half helmet that I tried and quickly took off because of the lift and extreme noise it was creating.
What a great ride with my two favorite riding partners. We stopped at the Wolf River at one point and as we were leaving, Mark asked if I wanted to lead. On most rides he leads, because he knows every road and I am the sweeper so I can pick up things Bill drops along the way. (yes I did turn around to get his glasses that flew out of his pocket) I looked at him and said, “I don’t know where we are going but of course I could lead”.
I love riding because when you are out with your gang it doesn’t really matter where you are going. Like Frodo leaving Rivendale I got to the T and just picked a way. We made our way to White Lake Wi to ride by the 60 people that live in that town hanging out at the beach. We came into the deserted town to find a young teen doing circles in the middle of the intersection. We asked him where the best burger in town was and with a point over his shoulder he said, “Black Bear”.
With a stop for a late lunch and the reminder that you should always get the home fries we were off back home. The last 20 miles I switch bikes with Bill because I hadn’t yet got to ride his Sabre. It was a sweet ride for me. When we pulled into the driveway the first words out of Bill’s month were, “God made windshields and He said they are good! That was a lot of work with the shield gone.”
That is the way I like it!