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First, Savage Lynch's "DEER REPORT"- Young Bob Rowe shot 175 lb. 8 pointer. I think he got it on his new property, that backs up to the family farm. A kid shot a coyote across the river. The coyote was chasing a big group of deer through the woods when the kid stopped it with a bleat call and arrowed him. Osti missed an 8 pointer down on GNJohn's place. He missed it twice. He shot over it, then under it. I've seen four does and I kicked them out getting to the stand. I haven't hunted hard.
When I spend almost an entire day hunting, i spend a lot of time thinking. I think about all kinds of stuff. I think about the plumber blowing me off in the 11th hour and disappearing off the face of the earth. I think about Shewho's neighbors in White Sulfur Springs and their Latin Satan and my neighbors in Glen Wild and their fence. I think about the dreams I had last night and my parents' radiation and chemo treatments. I think about how Shewho's boss reached out from the grave and dropped her from her will, leaving Shewho an understandable mess. I think about trust and who deserves it.
Things are starting to heat up. Last night in the stand down by the river was perfect. A light wind was blowing from the west. I've lost track what day it is. Monday? Saturday's storms gave way to clear skies and just a slight chill. All but the oaks have dropped their leaves.
I don't mean the Halloween kind. WIRED magazine reports that the CIA is not only interested, but actually checks on your tweets, blogs and Facebook updates. Ever on the lookout for a larger readership, I can't be more excited.
I admit I poo-pooed GNJohn when he told me to take that skunk far-far away. I figured a couple of miles was plenty. I was wrong. That skunk Shewho saw walking up the road WAS Pepe. He had his snoot in the cat's dish by yesterday morning. He's sleeping peacefully in the trap as we speak. Today he's going for a loooooong ride.
After two days in the cemetery stand, I decided it was time to switch. Late yesterday afternoon I hit GNJohn's stand. This is one of my favorite places to hunt. It sits on the far edge of an old orchard bordered by a swamp, an overgrown field , a mowed pasture and overlooks Gilkey's ridge and the river. It's a panoramic view straight out of a tourist brochure. Even if I didn't see a deer it was one of the best places on earth to watch the sun set.
With a mid-October snowstorm bearing down on the Catskills, opening day of bow season looked promising. Impending bad weather will usually get the deer moving, looking for feed and cover. It's a little too early to depend on the rut to stir 'em up, so freak weather was my best bet. But first I had to move my stand, plan a birthday party for Shewho, do a little work on a new collage I had started three months ago, and trap a skunk who had been eating all the cat's food.
It's fitting that I come back to this blog with a story about the neighbors. The last post, a little over a year ago, sets the stage. I have to admit WSSP- the blog was an utter failure. It became obvious that when you make your work your art it becomes just as boring as if it was just work along. That's why hunting becomes a much better vehicle to carry the narrative. That, along with the addition of pretty girls, I have to admit it's more entertaining... as a blog. I can't deny it. You have to come to 192 Midway Rd White Sulphur Springs, NY in order to appreciate it.