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Way before Zero Dark Thirty there was 24. And our post-deer season, post 9/11 Holiday spirit gift from the Audience Channel is a 24 marathon. Jack, Kim, Terry, Nina, Tony, George, etc. are all back in back to back, no commercial interruption, episodes. We got a foot of snow, single digit temperatures, and I've been banished from WSSP for the Holiday week, due to a college application frenzy for Tee-Hoo. I seem to be a distraction, what with my loud voice, pot-smoking, TV watching, booze drinking intrusive nature. So no kid snuggling, bad Tv watching, egg nog swilling, dinner made for me- lazy evenings in my future. No, I have Kim menaced by a mountain lion AND survivalist Kevin Dillion (who just wants company) locking her in the bomb shelter. Erect nippled Kim, fresh from the shower, seems to fit his doomsday prepper fantasy to a tee. But he's really just misunderstood. He gives her his gun, and sets her free. Then Jack and George fly the atomic bomb into the..... you get the picture.
Hunting season, A Pussy Riot Christmas Party and Christmas are over. This only leaves New Year's Eve to bother with, before the long cold, dark winter sets in. Between all the booze and rich food I'm waking up drenched in sweat, visions of wounded deer dancing in my head. I missed or wounded more animals this past season than ever before. The reasons for this are as numerous as they are varied. Here's the short list: Bad eyesight, shooting too fast, deflected bullets, old equipment, pulling shots, force fields, tree branches, and the worst of all, a nagging suspicion that I may not want to kill anything any more. This one scares me the most. I once stopped hunting for roughly 20 years, between 20 and 40. I don't have another 20 to spare. I don't think I'll stop....just yet.
Season's over. I'm beat up. From Oct. 1- Dec. 18 I've been in the woods almost every day. On certain levels it's been one of the most enjoyable seasons of my life, but on others one of the most frustrating. I killed deer, but I also missed and wounded animals with the gun and bow. Unlike on TV hunting shows, there is no camera man over my shoulder. There is no video to review at the end of the day to see where the shot went. All you are left with is scuffed leaves, hair, blood or just the empty woods and a pit in your stomach.
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Well, as you can surmise from my absence on HWS, things have not been going too well. It's the day before the last day of the season and here's the tally- one doe with the bow, one doe with the gun, one buck wounded with the bow, one buck missed with the gun and a mercy killing with the pistol. I've got meat in the freezer, but the buck misses still haunt me. Long hours in the stand don't help when it comes to replaying missed opportunities in your head. But as the old man taught me- the world hates a quitter. Nothing left to do but keep at it.
After missing that buck on Friday, I went shopping on Saturday. Like the bow upgrade, I'd been meaning to change calibers in my choice of deer rifle for some time. I hunted in the morning at Majestic and never heard a crow. If by any chance I HAD gut shot that buck, I would eventually hear crows making a racket. At noon I went to The Market. I knew what I wanted- a Remington or Savage, no nonsense, accurate, light, bolt action 30.06. I settled on the Rem. model 700 with a nikon scope and synthetic stock. This info. is for my "gun geek" readers. It's a sweet durable firearm. I have no idea if it will help me kill a deer, but at least I'm being pro-active. I could've jerked the shot and just plain missed. I'll concede that. But for now the entire staff here at HWS agrees- deflected bullet. New gun.