Where to start... Although college educated, I am still very much a redneck. As my wife (who wishes to remain anonymous for reasons that will be apparent as you read along) calls me "an educated redneck." She uses this (SEE ATTACHED PICTURE) as "exhibit A" ; its a hunting camper that Pat (my hunting buddy, who I have not yet asked if I can use his real name) and I bought and remodeled to hunt out of.
this bad boy sat in my driveway for 6 weeks as we worked on it (to the delight of my wife).
As I blog along I will share my hunting, fishing, and life stories. I'm sure my Co-workers will be happy that I'm writing this so they will not have to endure me telling them what happened yesterday or over the weekend... sometimes several times because I can't remember who I have and haven't told. As you read my stories, you will ask yourself "was Darwin asleep?" In fact there is a theory that my wife is secretly trying to kill me and collect the insurance by sending me out to hunt, fish, or what ever I'm off doing. When I return home she always has a puzzled look on her face as if to say "you survived again?"
I love to hunt and fish, but my luck sucks in both. My name has become synonymous with being "skunked." In stead of saying "I didn't catch anything, they say "I got Randyed." Until last winter they called me Deep water off, fish repellent, the cooler. This is because I can ice fish one foot away from them, use the same everything and not catch jack s**t! Bow hunting is what I love to do most, and we are currently in the middle of turkey season. for those of you that have hunted by sitting in a blind you know how boring it can get. Time fly's, but you have lots of time to think.
Last Saturday I was sitting in my blind... clucking to the toms with no luck My blind sits in a little opening in the scrub oak on the side of a mountain. 250 yard away, my blind faces a newly cleared clear cut for a gas line. Between the clear cut and the blind is a small ravine that a small stream runs down. About 10am I hear several voices coming from around the stream. They talked loud, and laughed even louder. Trying to hunt this did not make me too happy. About 30 minutes later a cow and calf moose appeared above them on the clear cut. They acted like they wanted to head towards me, but turned away when the men talking.
Bored, and a little angry at the men below me I hatched a plan... I let out a loud moose bellow. The two moose instantly looked my way. Then hearing the men, again turned away. Again I bellowed, and again the turned towards me. This went on for about 10 minutes.. then it happened... they headed down towards the stream... and the men. It was not 30 seconds when I heard them yelling "HEY, GET OUT OF HEAR!!" Sweet...
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