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Afew years ago, I decided to bow hunt a few days after Christmas,before the Archery season ended on Dec.31, 2005
I went to a friends hunting camp near Mt. Storm, I met them at the end of the road, and they told me to put my truck in 4-wheel drive, 4-6 inches of snow and wind was getting up. Made it to camp after busting through a couple drifts, they had been to the camp earlier, and built a cozy fire for me. They said they would be back in the next day to check on me, wrong... the wind got up that night about 1 a.m. when I got up to check the fire, I looked out the window and it looked like a sand storm, only it was snow blowing and drifting. Well, after three days, there was a dozer that a energy company had went past the camp knocking open the snow drifts, and I was able to get out. When I got back everyone said I was crazy, because I was by myself & snowed in,but those were three beautiful days, I bowhunted, without any luck, a bear hound appeared at camp one night, he was an old dog probably his last year of hunting, he was tired and foot sore from running bear in the snow, so I left him in camp, fed and watered him, he lay by the stove and slept. He was great company, his owner came by the camp the last afternoon and got him, I told him he was wore out, and I kept him inside with me and gave him food & water, most bear hunters don't want you feeding their hunting dogs, but since he was so old & possible his last hunting years, the owner thanked me for taking care of him.
Hey, I just turned 53 this past September, and I still hunt a great deal by myself. But even though I didn't kill anything bowhunting, those were three peaceful days that will remain with me for a long time.
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