I was walking through this field
full of cattails, they were tall and lanky and at the edge of this logging
road. It must have been an old stone
wall or something. There were rocks
every foot just about, but just then I happen to look up and at the same time
this big,
I don't know,
it must have been at least a six-point buck. The funny thing is this deer was
walking right into my path. “what do I do?"
I thought for being whom I am, I
haven't hunted in so many years, I'll just let the deer walk right on
by. Then I’ll move my ass to the other
side of this mountain, where I’m suppose to be this morning.
I was on my way to Westmine Mountain. This Mountain is where I'm setting up my
first deer stand for hunting this year. I believe this will be a good spot for
some buck, which I'm will be hunting. There is a small raven at the bottom of
this mountain and also
There is a little stream that runs through the valley of this big
mountain. I have seen a lot of deer and
bear even at this location.
"I'm getting thirsty” I think I'll stop
for a drink of water. I never walk
anywhere in the woods without water.
With water alone you could live.
I mean, if you were to run into some bad weather or even get lost. Water would be one main item that you would
need to survive. With just water and a
knife you could and should be able to survive.
I sat down next to this humongous
pine tree at the same time I heard another noise. It was something like “scuffing of the
leaves” on the other end of this knoll. I sat there for a moment, than went for
my binoculars. I had them in my left
front pocket of my army jacket.
"Here let’s see what’s
making all that racket up there.” What's this? ...
I can just see the tail end of a
deer. I believe anyway.
I laid there on the ground. Then I unloaded my pack started to crawl up
this knoll, to
see what this was that I was looking at through my binoculars.
"Snap, oh shit?" I didn't move, I
didn't even look up to see if the deer was still there. I wait and listen.
Not even a leave moving, so I
knew the deer were still up there. And
it is possible he is looking for me. Or
what it thought it heard. I waited, then you could hear chewing sounds like a horse.
I looked up and saw that I was
close enough to see what it is. It’s a
pair of fawns. Beautiful little
creatures with all them white spots and I also saw two doe’s.
One was probably the mother of
them or both mothers were present. I
edged, My way back down to the pine tree. I knew as soon as they would smell the smoke
from my cigarette that they would run off.
Most likely in the opposite direction that the smoke was coming
from. I'll wait, that way they might
just hang around. I don't want to spook
them.
I sat there looking up into the
sky and just kind of . . . taking it all
in. I haven't been in the woods for
about ten years or so. The sky was as
blue as the ocean in the tropics. No wind, just some slights breeze. The trees were shedding their leaves now and they were
falling in all sorts of colors red, orange, brown and green. It’s sure getting to be fall quickly. The deer are feeding on the greens, acorns,
beechnuts and all sorts of other things.
After about seven or eight
minutes, I put my pack back on. And started back up the
mountain again. It wasn't much
further.
Like I thought the deer were
gone. They must have smelled me or heard me.
I looked at the compass and I was heading in the north, west direction.
I want to be just about in that
direction. I was looking up the mountain
in between those rocks. I can’t believe I have to climb those rocks!
I want to be just on the other
side of them. I started climbing the
rocks but they were cutting my hands . . .
" As soon as I get up there on the flat
spot, I'll put my gloves on.”
I got to the flats. I pulled my
gloves out of the side of my back pack.
These are better than cutting up my hands. But I had a pair of riding gloves, I used them on cold
days riding my bike back home.
"I got to get to the top of
this mountain.” I started back up the rocks .
"There that's much better