Angus
08-29-2013, 07:08 PM
First the bad:
Been watching this young bull moose for the last 2 months on a property I have access to north of FSJ. Saw him a couple times while out scouting. Was at the property early on Saturday a.m. and as I was puling up I saw him in the field at about 200 yards. I was down wind; he didn't hear me, see me or wind me. Shut the truck off, lights off, inside lights off. Grabbed the gun, the mag and my pack. Cracked the door quietly just a fraction. All of a sudden three herons start squawking and fly out of a nearby tree. The moose hears the commotion and books it for the trees. My last chance in the any bull season is gone.
Damn. Next time I guess.
The good:
The lady's Dad comes up for a visit over the weekend. Drops off his Bradley smoker that he doesn't use and we make a deal for a couple of his older shotguns. We end up at the range shooting clays. He's an old school waterfowler, hadn't shot in 25 years, and he was busting clays like a pro. He couldn't have been happier and it was good to see on the old fella. Needless to say it earned me massive points with his daughter.
And to cap off the weekend, I finally tracked down a landowner who I couldn't get hold of for the last two months. He owns some property that borders a small lake outside of town (most of the access is through private land) and I've been coveting this place as the perfect waterfowling spot. Well, after a brief chat I now have access to the lakeshore. He tells me the water surface is black with ducks and geese in the fall. Can't wait for opening day.
So I guess you take the good with the bad.
Been watching this young bull moose for the last 2 months on a property I have access to north of FSJ. Saw him a couple times while out scouting. Was at the property early on Saturday a.m. and as I was puling up I saw him in the field at about 200 yards. I was down wind; he didn't hear me, see me or wind me. Shut the truck off, lights off, inside lights off. Grabbed the gun, the mag and my pack. Cracked the door quietly just a fraction. All of a sudden three herons start squawking and fly out of a nearby tree. The moose hears the commotion and books it for the trees. My last chance in the any bull season is gone.
Damn. Next time I guess.
The good:
The lady's Dad comes up for a visit over the weekend. Drops off his Bradley smoker that he doesn't use and we make a deal for a couple of his older shotguns. We end up at the range shooting clays. He's an old school waterfowler, hadn't shot in 25 years, and he was busting clays like a pro. He couldn't have been happier and it was good to see on the old fella. Needless to say it earned me massive points with his daughter.
And to cap off the weekend, I finally tracked down a landowner who I couldn't get hold of for the last two months. He owns some property that borders a small lake outside of town (most of the access is through private land) and I've been coveting this place as the perfect waterfowling spot. Well, after a brief chat I now have access to the lakeshore. He tells me the water surface is black with ducks and geese in the fall. Can't wait for opening day.
So I guess you take the good with the bad.