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. . . To him who has once tasted the reckless independence, the haughty self-reliance, the sense of irresponsible freedom, which the forest life engenders, civilization thenceforth seems flat and stale. Its pleasures are insipid, its pursuits wearisome, its conventionalities, duties, and mutual dependence alike tedious and disgusting. The entrapped wanderer grows fierce and restless, and pants for breathing-room. His path, it is true, was choked with difficulties, but his body and soul were hardened to meet them; it was beset with dangers, but these were the very spice of his life, gladdening his heart with exulting self-confidence, and sending the blood through his veins with a livelier current. The wilderness, rough, harsh, and inexorable, has charms more potent in their seductive influence than all the lures of luxury and sloth. And often he on whom it has cast its magic finds no heart to dissolve the spell, and remains a wanderer and an Ishmaelite to the hour of his death.
Francis Parkman

Monday, October 1, 2007

Archery Mule Deer

Dustins Huntin' Story.
Just got back from packing out my friend Cameron's buck he took with a bow today. We had spotted three nice bucks working their way along a real steep hillside below some rock bluffs, Jeremy and I told Cameron to position himself on top of the bluffs because they usually travel along the bottom of the cliffs. Cameron took off and wasn't even half way to his perch when we spotted another buck making his way along the bluffs. The buck went out of our site into a little "cove" below the cliffs. Our dilemma was to try to tell Cameron that the spot he was going to wait at already had a buck bedded 30 yards below him. As if by fate, Cameron walked to the exact spot where we had last seen the buck! All we had to do was get his attention and somehow signal him that the buck was there! After about a ten minute cluster of screwed up hand signal from 1000 yards Jeremy and I had to get real creative. I walked down below the rock bluffs we were sitting on and put my arms over my head to pretend I was the buck and I had Jeremy pretend to shoot me with an imaginary bow! Well, this makeshift hillbilly pictionary got the message to Cameron! He quickly got his 'A' game together and eased along the top of the cliffs when he spotted the buck bedded at fifty two yards and let one rip! The buck was quartering away and the shot hit home! He went about two hundred yards straight down the hill and expired. What a hunt!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What a great buck!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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