Fall Fun

A few of my fall favorites and photos from this fall so far...
I guess Roy doesn't know it's rude to point.


Camera Mugger? nah...

Getting the brush after an afternoon looking for birds...


What a momma's boy - see that TV remote - it no longer exists - word is someone chewed it all up.

Roy's First Quail

Roy fetched his first quail this morning when we opted for a little hunting rather than the regular morning walk.

An Interesting Progression of Photos

Deer Drinking on the Deck





hee,hee,hee...

Muzzleloading Deer '06

So after 6 different days of chasing deer I managed to get one. This is my first go around with muzzle loading and it has been a learning process. A little more to think about than cartridge in and pull the trigger; I watched 15 deer walk away one day because I had wet powder - guess that’s why they call it a primitive weapon. Most of the issues were caused by operator failure though...It is a really nice gun. I happened upon this deer about an hour before dark and took one shot down a draw that went low then chased her for about a half hour until I realized exactly where she was headed. I had chased this deer before and seen her wrap around a ridge so I got moving to cut them off at the saddle they cross. Rounding the final turn below the saddle I saw her poke her head over and froze in my tracks. She dipped her head back down her side of the ridge and I put a tree between her and me and stalked in. My limited experience told me that I needed a shot of 100 yards or less so I cut the distance as much as possible. Sure enough she walked through the saddle from her side of the ridge to mine, I froze one knee down and brought the gun up, she stopped and I fired. She shuddered then loped off to the side of the ridge she had come from and went down until she came to rest a few hundred yards below. After making one sweep of the side hill kicking up only a ruffed grouse, I hadn't located her yet and went back to the spot that I had landed the shot and followed the blood through the trees and brush until the trail stopped. By this time I had only fifteen minutes of daylight to get her up the hill. All throughout the haul up the side of the ridge I watched the sun disappear and the sky get darker thinking about the wolves that run in the area. We reached the road on the ridge and there was still work to be done as I needed to field dress her, this is the one time I needed a flashlight and didn't have one. Things went fine minus one hacked up tenderloin. She went in the canvas game bag that I strapped onto the front of the four-wheeler and we rode off back to the house in the dark.

T/C Hawken 50Cal