The Hunt 2015 – Day Two

I love hunting. It’s a great excuse to get away from The Little Woman and the grandkids and just be me. I went out a second day of muzzle-loading season and had another great adventure.

The first action was the appearance of a couple of fawns, apparently orphans or with a cunning Mom who sends her kids out to play in the forest… These were really tiny.

I hope they find someone to take care of them or the coyotes will. They might survive a mild winter as forecast if they get milk.I’ve never seen fawns so tiny in the fall, but I guess with twins or orphans they might get a bit less milk. These were like jackrabbits on stilts.

After surviving the cold and some gusty winds, I decided to move on and looped back through some pines between the open space and a pasture. This clump of pines was very interesting. Three deer-trails intersected there and there was a scrape and a tiny rub. I hoped something would happen later in the day and sat down against this big pine to watch. There was a nice “field of fire” for about 40 yards in all directions and the pine had a mound of detritus and leaves which made a comfortable chair. I nearly dozed off a couple of times until some gun-nuts starting shooting rapid-fire back in the opening. There were bullets ricocheting and a couple of shotgun pellets landed nearby. They sounded like big drops of rain landing on the leaves of oak. Fortunately, they were shooting the rifles down the opening (towards where I first lay in wait) instead of in my direction for the most part but it was a terrible racket. They used .22 rimfire, .308 Winchester, 7.62×39 and a couple of others. Later I passed out that way and saw their trash. I would have moved but they had long pauses to change shredded targets and I kept thinking they had left but they were only opening new crates of ammunition. I was hoping that they might awaken deer who would travel my way as they increased distance from the opening. No luck… They fired many boxes.

Finally they did leave. The day ended in perfect silence with winds calming and I had to use the big pine to block the sun. No deer appeared and I headed back to my car about 15 minutes after sundown so as to navigate a half mile of bush. Doing that in the dark would have been a chore so I was almost glad to do it without a buck.

About Robert Pogson

I am a retired teacher in Canada. I taught in the subject areas where I have worked for almost forty years: maths, physics, chemistry and computers. I love hunting, fishing, picking berries and mushrooms, too.
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4 Responses to The Hunt 2015 – Day Two

  1. Ivan wrote, “white tale does chase their yearlings off when the rut starts, right?”

    That might happen some places but not here. Fawns suckle and does lactate until well into the winter. We regularly reach -30C and often -40C with winds and deep snow. No fawn can survive without a doe helping out. Into November, I’ve often seen does and fawns tightly together. I remember one time I was muzzle-loading and emptied my rifle at the end of the day near the edge of the forest. A doe and a fawn broke cover at the sound and headed out into the swamp. The doe would go one way and the fawn another. Seeing the gap open, both would reverse course and they danced in a circle for quite a while. It was very amusing… 😉

    PS: I just reread Ivan’s post and realized he’s writing about yearlings and I’m writing about fawns born this spring… Of course the year old fawns get the boot. The fawns I photographed are still wet behind the ears.

  2. Ivan says:

    The first action was the appearance of a couple of fawns, apparently orphans or with a cunning Mom who sends her kids out to play in the forest… These were really tiny

    You do realize that white tale does chase their yearlings off when the rut starts, right?

  3. dougman wrote, “Gun nuts rapid fire?”

    Actually that’s an accidental recording of the sound while playing with my camera. I had no idea it recorded sound… That’s just plinking with a .22. The real blasting was a .308 fired as fast as they could pull the trigger. I found a huge pile of mil-surp steel cases, hundreds of them. I suspect they were using illegal high-capacity magazines. I didn’t count the shots in a string but it was way more than the legal five.

  4. dougman says:

    Gun nuts rapid fire? That seemed awfully slow in reality.

    Here is an example of rapid-fire:

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