Oh yeah… I almost forgot to continue this post.
Thank you to the throngs of folks that sent me requests to end the suspense and finish the saga. It’s a good thing there were 3 spam comments on WIDOMTGB Part 1 – it reminded me I only got half way through sharing my vacation adventures. We continue:
Day 6 – Nov. 29: More Hunting!
Noah has yet to get his deer – poor kid.
So early we rise again. To the faithful morning spot where a few days ago I successfully harvested (the PC way to say it) Elliot…
I'm so proud I took this fella' out of the gene pool... Can't have too many lopsided deer running around.
This morning we don’t see a thing. We sit there for a few hours until Noah calls it quits and we head to the house. Where I promptly fall asleep.
Sleeping out there, be it in cabin or field, is just the best. I almost like to sleep out there more than the actual hunting.
*Flashback to Fall Turkey Season 2010 – dreamy image – chimes sounding*
At the edge of a draw several yards apart are two blinds. In the first is my friend and his nephew. The second has me and my boy. In an Elmer Fudd voice, “Shhh… we hunting tewkey.” -kind of.
We got there early. Got comfy. Whispered for a while. Got sleepy. Sleepily passed out – both of us.
We wake up some time later and look to the field. Just outside of shooting range are some turkey (or is it turkeys?). If we can just get them closer, we can take a couple home with us…
After what seems like hours of calling, and hoping, and praying the turkey walk off into the distance and all hope is gone. We give up and head to the other blind.
“Why didn’t you shoot!?!” Is the friendly greeting.
“What do you mean? They were just out of range,” I defend.
“No man! They were right by your blind – I mean you could have almost reached out and grabbed one!”
“Really?! That must have been when we were sleeping,” my boy exposes.
“Yeah – that explains it… They were so close to your blind, when you didn’t take a shot we almost did – but then something spooked them and that’s when they were just out of range…”
The boy quickly jumps back in, “Oh! That must have been dad’s snoring – it’s what woke me up too.”
*Dreamy image – chimes sounding – back to the future*
Early this afternoon we went back out… this time look who’s sleeping:
Like father, like son.
No deer – I call it quits. I got my deer Saturday, I’m good to go.
Later my friend and the boy decide to give it one last go – still a few hours of day light, maybe they can get Noah a buck. Back to field they go. No doubt they set up, get comfy, and nod off – until…
A scan of the field shows movement. Just behind the tree line there’s a buck moving. Stir the boy, get ready, adrenaline flows. There’s more movement – in the middle of the field – what is it? A coyote? Nope – a bob cat.
Whispering, “Hey, Noah… do you want a bobcat or a deer?” My friend asks my boy.
“A deer. Why, is there a bobcat?”
“Yeah, right in the middle of the field. Looks like he’s looking for a deer too.”
After a few minutes of waiting and watching, “Noah, if that cat comes to us – I’m gonna’ have to shoot him.”
Noah gets curious, “I want to see him – where is he?”
“I’ve got him in my sights…”
“Well, can I see?”
The boy starts fidgeting trying to line the cat up in his scope. But the cat lines him up first and starts creeping towards them. My friend quickly explains to Noah that if the cat comes for them there will be a point where it’s going to be shoot the cat or become dinner – and he isn’t too interested in hand-to-paw combat with an adult bob cat.
The cat keeps coming. 50 yards. My friend lines up his shot… 40 yards. Closer the cat creeps. 30 yards. Why doesn’t the cat just stop.
20 yards. The deer are no doubt about to eat their Wheaties (har-de-har-har, it’s a wheat field they’re sitting near) for dinner! 15 yards…
The cat and deer retreat… No blood, no trail, no trophy, no stuffed cat – BUT, on the bright side, my son didn’t become Meow Mix either.
Day 7… Through 11 – Nov. 30 & Beyond: Vacation?
We got back in town Tuesday night. Ready for some lazy home time before going back to work Monday. No big plans – and it’s a good thing too… Because at 8:30 Wednesday morning my cell phone starts singing U-2’s “Beautiful Day.” (I’ll explain the ring-tone in this post over here) Which means my boss misses me… Why is my boss calling half way through vacation? Can’t be a good sign.
Yup… life happens and the company will have to bar the doors if I don’t immediately spring into action and spare it from sudden destruction. (Yes, that is totally laced with sarcasm – it was really not a big deal at all)
So I spend a few hours of each of the remaining days of my vacation either in person visiting my store, or on the phone with various members of the royal family taking care of business – overall it was a great vacation…
Learned a lesson, though –
While on vacation: Spend every possible minute far, far away from cell phone reception!