Being patient isn’t easy but the wind was wrong for a morning sit at the oak tree. If the deer were returning to bed, they would be coming from down wind and I didn’t want them to bust me when I knew they would probably come back to eat more acorns this evening and the wind will be perfect for that. I also didn’t want to go into “BBR” with a west wind because I always try to keep my back to the water for those deer and the wind in my face so my scent never really infiltrates that area. I will get more aggressive as the season winds down but for now I really want to keep “BBR” as clean as possible because I know there are a few good bucks that use that area.
That evening I went to the big oak and settled in about 40 yards from a well-worn trail leaving a thicket that covered the entire peninsula before opening up into this vast oak stand “the field
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I’m going to cook my chicken in a dutch oven and munch on some of it throughout the day the rest will go in the Burgoo. I cooked the Kentucky Burgoo all day on the fire and Jim and Silver arrived just in time for dinner and it was a hit. I will put the recipe on here so you can try it. We also had a few marinated chunks of super fresh backstrap on a stick roasted on the open fire as an appetizer.
Jim and I caught up until late into the night around the fire. It had been 25 years since the last time we saw each other. We raced a few mountain bike races in Germany before heading to Desert Storm where we have plenty of stories for the campfire. It was a great night in deer camp and a big part of many deer camps around the country. I am usually solo at my camps now, but I get so serious once November hits I am in a tree daylight to dark (as long as it is cool enough) and really don’t do a lot of hanging out around the campfire, but the forecast was for HOT! all week so more hanging out
...offee mingling with that of the simmering chicken gave the dish an extra panache. I have tried substituting fireplace smoke with some success, but have been unable to duplicate the smell of the boiling coffee using that method. A wood cookstove or parlor stove topped with an old- fashioned percolator is preferable if one can be obtained. The meal should be eaten in the kitchen where it was prepared and served on a table large enough for everyone to gather around. Conversation, laughter and reminiscing should be encouraged throughout the meal, and please, no television.
It is a freezing twenty-two degrees outside. Even though it is still too dark to see, as you look over the hills, you see a breathtaking sunrise that will soon creep through the heavy fog. Every breath that you take is like smoke coming out of a dragon’s nostrils. As you are waiting patiently, still, and quietly, you finally see your kill, the white-tail deer. Without a doubt, the white-tail deer should be hunted.
On the way to camp Kangaroobie we went to Mr Mcguane’s farm. The year 5 bus broke down so we came late. When we got there, we walked around this little river skipping rocks and getting stuck in the mud. When we arrived at camp, went to our cabins, and I was with, Emily, Felicia, Sarah, Grace and Klara, we packed our bag and went for a walk down to the beach! It was really fun because we went across rivers and walked through the sand dunes! When we got there, we jumped off and slid down the sand
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I was too excited to sleep that night so I just stayed up and read. It was finally 4:30 in the morning and time to get up. After a quick bowl of cereal. I jumped in the pickup and drove to where I was going to hunt. It was still dark when I got there so I grabbed my stuff and started up the mountain. I got to where I wanted to glass from, and waited for it to get light, so I could start looking for elk.
This was my last chance to fill my deer tag with a fat deer, and previous to tonight I hadn't seen a single deer. I knew tonight was the night, I could feel it in my toes, and as it turns out my toes were right. The sky was diming like the lights in a quiet movie theater and thats when I felt the shakes take over my whole body. Out of nowhere the graceful buck stepped out from some small tree branches that blocked my view of it until now. It was a silent chill in the way it walked, although it didn’t know in was in that stand, if it did it would’ve been just as shocked to see me as I was
It may be a wooded ranch with towering pine trees, enormous mature oaks and other hardwood trees dot the rolling pastureland. A natural spring feeds a pond where you can picture yourself catching a few perch to grill on a summer evening under the shade of the pecan trees.
All the girl scouts and boy scouts were in the same part of the hotel. Luckily, we went that noisy for everyone else in the lodge, and it mad thing drastically easier to find the room my friends and I were staying in. Finally after a long day we got back to our room. overflowing with
Dani and I stand in the sun waiting for the “men” to catch up. The view was worth Quill’s whining and navigating through the snow. The breeze catches in the bright green and gold of new Aspen leaves whispering around the lake. The Pine trees scent the air and bask in the sun to steal its warmth from the forest below. The trees are a dark canopy along our path permitting only a few patches of the raised finely mulched trail to a beam or two of sun. Framed like a photo three pencil lead gray peaks rise above a lower sweeping curve of pines. They look close enough to walk over the ridge and touch them. Boulders precariously cling to the side of the mountains. The perfect deep blue early summer sky is the perfect backdrop.
It was a beautiful October afternoon as I climbed to the top of my tree stand. The sun was shining, and a slight breeze was blowing from the northwest. I knew that the deer frequented the area around my stand since my step-dad had shot a nice doe two days earlier from the same stand, and signs of deer were everywhere in the area. I had been sitting for close to two hours when I decided to stand up and stretch my legs as well as smoke a cigarette.
We walk back to the truck and head for home, we didn’t shoot anything this morning but the hunt was a success; we both saw many deer and we were in the woods during the most beautiful part of the day. As we drive through the woods towards home I am totally content, there is nothing more I could have right now; the experience of being in the woods, and my family.
It was in July, and we wanted to go camping. I asked my dad if we could go up to our family's cabin in Elk Springs, which is near Montrose. He agreed, so Chase, Tyler and I, all sixteen years old, packed our stuff and were ready to go camping. With excitement, we jumped into Chase's truck, and took off to the woods.
There were some trails nearby that we were able to take. These trails are both manmade and at the same time formed by nature. The trails were manmade in the sense that over time, the bikes have worn away the grass and plants to make just a dirt trail. These trails were mostly formed by nature though, the way the land tilts, where the trees are, rivers, valleys, hills anything out in a forest can and will determine where these trails go. As we ride through these trails, not only is it amazing to see how everything has formed, but you can also observe wildlife as you go through. At one point we are heading down a slight hill, and then two deer run across the trail not 25 feet ahead of us. This leads to us stopping for a couple minutes as we watch those deer run off into the unknown of the forest. When we finish up with the biking, it is nice to know that there are still some areas that are mostly untouched by man, and allowed to take the course that nature would have
On the edge of a small wood, an ancient tree sat hunched over, the gnarled, old king of a once vast domain that had long ago been turned to pasture. The great, gray knees gripped the hard earth with a solidity of purpose that made it difficult to determine just where the tree began and the soil ended, so strong was the union of the ancient bark and grainy sustenance. Many years had those roots known—years when the dry sands had shriveled the outer branches under a parched sun, years when the waters had risen up, drowning those same sands in the tears of unceasing time.
The entire family got together and it was always a last minute thing but no matter what was going on we all decide we would go up to County Park Lake to have family time. There would be my grandma and my Aunts and Uncles and their kids when we pulled up to the parking lot. Under the shade trees the women would be sitting trying to stay cool and the older men of the family stand around a grill they would be sitting up the charcoal pyramid to lite to start grilling the food while the kids where at the tot lot playing the equipment you could hear the laughter of the kids playing . Also the mean talking about which is the best way to grill. The women would be laughing at the guys arguing over which way was bett...