Lilred
11-16-2005, 09:52 PM
I know this probaly aint an "anything goes" kinda thing..but it really is too broad fer whitetails I think. Ole Rocky can boot me in the butt iffin he deems it neccesary...
Ya know..I started this new job a few months back..and I told em.."The only thing I want is days off to hunt." Which was agreed to. Well...as usual..things wound up not lookin so good.
But I had em all planned out like a princess's weddin..2 days total fer our 2 week loader season...they wouldnt let me have 2 saturdays in a row off...so I had to pick tween the first day of gun and a doe day. WHY ME????
That's like tryin to pick tween a million dollars..one bein a cashiers check and the other cash! What a terrible thing to do to a huntin-starved girl. Plum pitiful aint it? Yep..I thought so too...
Well...I quit my whinin and picked the doe day...follered by the Fri after Thanksgivin and that Saturday.
So here I go..the first of the 2 days off fer loader. Sat in the woods that am..nothin but squirrels...and oh yeah..shots....them lucky bashturds was shootin everywhere...cept fer lil ole me..with a finger that wound up with a permanent crook in it from itchin to pull a trigger. So bout 1pm..I head back out. Nothin..till bout dark..and I heard a noise that sounded like a herd of elephants. A first I thought it was a man walkin..and lemme tell you..you aint heared nuthin nowheres like the sound of cuss werds bein whispered by a riled up red-head tryin to hunt thinkin there's a fool walkin up on ya. But then...I listened a lil better...that wont no man..nope.
So i took the crooked finger and put it on the trigger again. Now mind you..I was sittin on the ground on a hill...fairly open..but the wind was right...and I knew there was a chance of me gittin busted..but i figgered by the time their head was over the hill and through a small bunch of low saplins...it woulda been all over with anyways...so i was prepared..very prepared.
With the bead on that rise..I watched a turkey walk over....kinda bad shot..thick stuff..small saplins..he takes 2 more steps...BIG ole gobbler...long beard..yep..he'll eat.
The other bird popped his head up...an even bigger gobbler..I kid you not..he was a monster of a bird. He spotted me...couldnt quite tell what I was yet..but he knew..and then I knew..it was now er never. He started goin back over the hill...and when the other gobbler got in tween 2 saplins..I fired. Birds flew. I flew too. In a rage once I figgered out I missed!! Holy toleders..I missed. Wound up hittin a saplin branch the size of a pencil that jumped out in front of my bullet. May the saplin rest in peace..cause it got uprooted. :rolleyes:
The next day i aint git to go...cause we had to go to Michigan! (Father-in-law sick) I was there fer 4 days..missed all my huntin.
And i have just learned that I will not have a babysitter fer my 2 day Thanksgivin hunt either.
I caint change my days I took off either. Not to mention that I wound up takin 3 extra days off to go up yonder.
So I am really in a mess..and all I ever hear is them dam shots that go off just fore dark....
Ya'll know that I'm a right sickly person..ya know...sudden flus..and other contagious things that you just caint go to work with..;)
So again...I shall rant on my luck and hopefully I'll get to hunt some more. Shoot...with all them saplins I mowed down..maybe I'll git a shot next time :p :rolleyes: :D
PS By an old graveyard I been huntin near, a bear been tearin up the old cedars bout 6 feet up the trees..I'll take some pics..iffin I ever git back in the woods again...
Ya know..I started this new job a few months back..and I told em.."The only thing I want is days off to hunt." Which was agreed to. Well...as usual..things wound up not lookin so good.
But I had em all planned out like a princess's weddin..2 days total fer our 2 week loader season...they wouldnt let me have 2 saturdays in a row off...so I had to pick tween the first day of gun and a doe day. WHY ME????
That's like tryin to pick tween a million dollars..one bein a cashiers check and the other cash! What a terrible thing to do to a huntin-starved girl. Plum pitiful aint it? Yep..I thought so too...
Well...I quit my whinin and picked the doe day...follered by the Fri after Thanksgivin and that Saturday.
So here I go..the first of the 2 days off fer loader. Sat in the woods that am..nothin but squirrels...and oh yeah..shots....them lucky bashturds was shootin everywhere...cept fer lil ole me..with a finger that wound up with a permanent crook in it from itchin to pull a trigger. So bout 1pm..I head back out. Nothin..till bout dark..and I heard a noise that sounded like a herd of elephants. A first I thought it was a man walkin..and lemme tell you..you aint heared nuthin nowheres like the sound of cuss werds bein whispered by a riled up red-head tryin to hunt thinkin there's a fool walkin up on ya. But then...I listened a lil better...that wont no man..nope.
So i took the crooked finger and put it on the trigger again. Now mind you..I was sittin on the ground on a hill...fairly open..but the wind was right...and I knew there was a chance of me gittin busted..but i figgered by the time their head was over the hill and through a small bunch of low saplins...it woulda been all over with anyways...so i was prepared..very prepared.
With the bead on that rise..I watched a turkey walk over....kinda bad shot..thick stuff..small saplins..he takes 2 more steps...BIG ole gobbler...long beard..yep..he'll eat.
The other bird popped his head up...an even bigger gobbler..I kid you not..he was a monster of a bird. He spotted me...couldnt quite tell what I was yet..but he knew..and then I knew..it was now er never. He started goin back over the hill...and when the other gobbler got in tween 2 saplins..I fired. Birds flew. I flew too. In a rage once I figgered out I missed!! Holy toleders..I missed. Wound up hittin a saplin branch the size of a pencil that jumped out in front of my bullet. May the saplin rest in peace..cause it got uprooted. :rolleyes:
The next day i aint git to go...cause we had to go to Michigan! (Father-in-law sick) I was there fer 4 days..missed all my huntin.
And i have just learned that I will not have a babysitter fer my 2 day Thanksgivin hunt either.
I caint change my days I took off either. Not to mention that I wound up takin 3 extra days off to go up yonder.
So I am really in a mess..and all I ever hear is them dam shots that go off just fore dark....
Ya'll know that I'm a right sickly person..ya know...sudden flus..and other contagious things that you just caint go to work with..;)
So again...I shall rant on my luck and hopefully I'll get to hunt some more. Shoot...with all them saplins I mowed down..maybe I'll git a shot next time :p :rolleyes: :D
PS By an old graveyard I been huntin near, a bear been tearin up the old cedars bout 6 feet up the trees..I'll take some pics..iffin I ever git back in the woods again...