Fat back is disgusting. I don't care what anyone says. It is and half of me feels scarred for having tried it.
Waterfowl hunters know that a good duck dog is essential for a good hunt. And since we're still in that second date awkward getting-to-know-you phase, I feel that you, dear reader, need to meet my babies.
Sunday was the worst day of hunting I had ever experienced.
MmmmmmMMMmMmmmm Bed is so comfortable..... wait.. What time is it!!?!?!??!?
We've all been there. Whether it be late for work, overslept for school or missed an entire day by giving into the luxurious temptations of a ultra-plush bed- sleep can seriously screw things up. You can get fired for it, demoted, reprimanded and the like. However, sometimes oversleeping is exactly what you need.
I never thought that I would love bow hunting as much as I do. For those of you who aren't really sure what bow hunting is then let me explain. Bow hunting has come far since Robin Hood threw on his first pair of tights. While many people still shoot long bow (I've never tried but I think it would be interesting), compound bows have introduced technology to an ancient art. Limbs, cams, and strings all combine to increase speed and hit harder. I'm a personal fan of Hoyt bows as I just purchased a new Vicxen and absolutely love it. (Except for the fact that it has pink strings... I'm getting it re-strung after season) I shoot about fifty times a day, if my arms will allow, and with the Vicxen, shooting is accurate and smooth. I'm not getting paid for this (even though I wish I was) so you, dear reader, can take my testimony as fact.
Ah the beauty of waterfowl hunting. My man and his friend have been hanging out in the boat since 1 this morning, waiting for first light. I, unfortunately, still have to make money so I'm at work, wishing I was out there with them. As we're still getting to know one another, I should share my one and only experience with hunting aviary animals.
Since we're getting all acclimated and all, I should probably share with you my first experience harvesting a deer. This is pivotal, as I was not really sure of my love for deer hunting until the moment that deer dropped.
It was a cold Thanksgiving morning. My boyfriend at the time and I were at a turning point in our relationship. After a year of relatively good times,things were starting to go sour. We were living in sin in an apartment that I was paying for. I paid for everything from rent to heat to food. I didn't expect much from him because he had been burned months before which included skin graphing and the whole nine yards. Unfortunately for our relationship, he was not only still feeling the physical effects of it but also the emotional toll in not being able to take care of me. He was the alpha male kind of guy, one who needs to be able to take care of everything- no matter what. The weekend after opening day I came home to a half-empty apartment. It felt terrible because at first, I felt relieved. Relieved that I wouldn't have to hear him complain everyday, wait up for him or have to be the one to tell him to get the hell out
The Writing huntress
I hunt. I write. I wear what some consider an unnecessary amount of camouflage face paint.