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| Probably the doe I snuck up on today (our dates on this cam are way off) |
So last week when I was hunting, I almost peed my pants and was pretty close to the house and like, I'm a girl and if I'm close to a toilet and can avoid freezing my ass off (literally), I'm going to do it, so I moseyed into the house to use the potty. When I looked in the mirror, I was like "Oh God, I'm a 12 year old boy right now, awesome!". Okay, a 22 year old girl looking like a 12 year old boy? That's a get-up a mother can't even love. Anyways, so this morning my dad howls up the stairs to me at 5:30 to get up. Again, it's not light until 7, WHY do I have to be out of bed at 5:30? I was actually dreaming about shooting a deer [that's why they are called "dreams" people, because they are what you want to happen, but ya know really never do actually happen instead they taunt you and make you feel like an idiot when you can shoot a deer fine in your dreams but a duh can't even find one in the woods]. Anyways, slight tangent there, so I make it downstairs to the couch, where I notice it is POURING outside. So I'm a poor college student, anyone think I own expensive waterproof hunting clothes? Nada. I do have wool stuff (real nice once it's wet...not) but seriously, it was pouring. So my dad goes "well, we can wait until it's light out to head out". Ok? As if I could have seen a deer and shot it in the dark anyways, like, that was my plan all along. So we watch the news, which says that the rain is going away in the next half hour and it's going to be "light rain". Okay weatherman, I'm pulling my bullshit card there. We went out at 7AM and it dumped on us until 10AM. So there are obviously some clear advantages with the rain when hunting, like being able to sneak up on deer, and walking quietly through the woods because well, my dad and I are two of a kind aka clumsy as hell. It's funny though, because my dad makes not a lot of noise, but a good stick crunch here and there when he's walking through the woods. I do the same thing. But when I do it, he goes "Moll, shhhhhhh!!!". And I'm all like "Dad, you do the same thing!". Then I go out hunting with Scott. After 5 minutes last week I was like "Scott!!! Shhhh! You walk so LOUD!". Like father like daughter? Yuh. Anyways, so quietness in the rain saves us from sounding like stampeding elephants, and it keeps us from wasting our day "shhhh-ing" eachother instead of paying attention to ya know hunting. Bad aspects: Ya get soaked. My pants were sagging like a southern Florida gangsters, and I could not get them to stay up. I need suspenders or something. My wool jacket weighed 800 pounds as did my backpack full of "dry"[wet, useless] extra clothes. When you eat a sandwich, it gets instantly soggy and you gag on the bread because wet bread is just the most disgusting texture ever. So today my dad decided that he would accompany my hot mess self and we would head south. I am comfortable hunting north from the house. I know the area pretty well and I know where the deer usually are (though that's kind of a stupid statement because I THINK I know where the deer are, but ya know never see any). Being south is like, a bunch of swamps, and all kinds of cool awesome stuff I'm unfamiliar with. Since we had 4 other people in the woods with us who were going south, my dad babysat me so maybe a deer would get pushed to us. So we had been walking for about an hour and 45 minutes (you could not sit for a long time: you would get WAY too cold. Even my dad was cold: when my dad's cold, it's cold) and I swore I saw something white. I was like "You see that dad?" Uh, no. Okay Molly, you're obviously hallucinating because you want to see deer so bad you are seeing things. Okay carry on. We walked for another 10 minutes and my dad stopped. I thought he stopped because he saw the two deer butts and tails skirting up the ridge. I heard "you see those four deer?" come from his mouth. 4, I thought, dangg this is awesome! So I've got an extra quickness into my step at this point. I walk to the point where we saw the deer and find the tracks. "Dad, should we just follow these bounding tracks up the ridge to find those deer?" Huh? He said, "What deer?" Okay, I was confused here. "Um, dad the ones we saw when we stopped. I only saw two but you said you saw four". "I didn't see anything," my dad said, "I said "Do you see the trail here, not do you see those four deer" Well alrightly then. Apparently my 12-year old boy eyes were working correctly and good thing because my dad wouldn't have known there were deer there. So we kept walking for another 45 minutes and stopped again. Almost immediately after we stopped, we heard a deer bark at us. This deer was close. Ohh baby, here we go. My dad cut down the ridge, and I cut high. After walking for two minutes, I spotted a big fat doe, standing right between my dad and I. She was looking right at my dad. I slowly stalked right up behind her. If I had a doe permit, she would have been dead 100 times. So while she's watching my dad, I'm pointing my gun at her, waving, basically doing jumping jacks to say "HEY DAD!!! LOOK A DEER!!!". She eventually realized there was a psychopath behind her moving like some kind of deranged maniac and ran away. Again I met up with my dad, "Hey, Dad!? Did you see that doe!?". Huh? What doe? You saw one? Okay daddy, you need new eyes. I saw three deer today, and dad didn't see anything. We wandered around for the rest of the morning until 1PM, when we were both too soaked to walk anymore. We had walked about 5 miles total in sopping wet heavy clothes. No bucks for anyone today, but, where there are does, there are bound to be bucks, so I'm going to stay optimistic. On another note, 364 days ago today I snapped my ankle hunting on my second day hunting in the season. No ankle break today baby, woo hoo!
