Thursday, September 20, 2012
Its Hunting Season
Of course the pioneers never had a compound bow, and they were hunting to survive, but in my defense my bow is a vintage 70's compound with only the basics. I don't hunt to survive either but more from a desire to connect to a past and to keep a few of those skills alive in my basic human DNA. There also that heart pounding pulse of adrenalin that a hunter gets when after hours, and days of sitting in quiet anticipation, a deer appears from the brush and you need to take the shot.
This day however, I saw no buck, I took no shot, and it passed like so many other days out in the woods, just me and my thoughts (which is a scary place for anybody that knows me). The one exception was I did end the day on a high note. It was not my shot that brought me joy but that of my fellow hunter. Across the small valley from my stand, my buddy had made his shot and brought down this great looking Carolina Buck. With a perfect shot through the lungs, he made the kill as cleanly and quickly - as if it was a lesson in a book. The arrow had snapped between the legs and within minutes the deer was down. Great Job Mat!
For myself, the time spent quietly in the stand left me with a plan in mind for a project at home. I had salvaged some weathered cedar from my neighbors deck last spring and had been waiting for a project to use it on. What I came up with was a rustic gun cabinet. I had never had one, I needed one (My wife might think otherwise), and quite simply it gave me something to work on. I can never stay idle for to long anyways and I always have a project or two in the works.
In a few short hours I had the frame assembled and the weathered cedar sanded out. I have high hopes for this one and I'll keep you updated on it progress but for now all you get is the pic to the left. I know it looks like a coffin but just stay with me. It will turn out looking great....... I hope.