As the season has now been open for quite a few weeks, I find myself in the woods more often. I want to get my deer before rifle season opens (which is the 15th for those who do not know). Friday night was my last night really to hunt. I was tired, cold, frustrated, and anything else that could be applied to being crabby. Sitting in the woods in the quiet where nobody can bother is the best way to calm me down. This has to be my favorite part about hunting. Peace and quiet.
The wind was blowing right in my face. I was annoyed with the freezing wind (supposedly coming from the south which is supposed to be warm!!!). I got in the stand all by myself. I didn't get lost, I didn't fall out of the tree as I had to climb it more then I usually do. I even remembered everything! This is very unusual, since Benjamin does everything for me, but since he was gone, I was on my own. This was exciting in a way. I didn't even have to hear him breathing done my neck. It was total peace and quiet. Until that stupid blue jay, then a crow, then a squirrel, then a rabbit started running and talking about the woods. I just wanted to yell at them and tell them to "shut up". I don't think they would understand me even if I did yell, but the felling of actually yelling would have been good for me.
After sitting for two hours, I was ready to leave. I do NOT have that much patience. Then here comes this stupid deer. Yes, I was excited for just a minute, until it decided to stop behind a pine tree and not move an inch for roughly twenty minutes. This deer, to me, was idiotic. I wanted it to come out, just so I could kill the dumb thing because it could stand still for twenty minutes. Once it came out behind the tree, I still was not able to make out if it was a spike or a doe. It was roughly 5:41 p.m. (I had received a phone call from my brother while the deer was behind the tree, so I knew what time it roughly was.) The moon was covered by promising snow clouds that were moving in, so it was getting pretty dark out. I decided, "well, I might as well attempt. Then I will be able to leave the stand earlier and get to the warm truck." That was the dumbest idea I have ever had. I shot the deer (which again is dumb deer, since it didn't hear my stomach growling every time I breathed in and out). I am still not familiar with what is a good shot or not, but I decided well at least I know I hit it. I called up Benjamin who then told me I had to stay in the tree for a while longer. I was mad. Actually, mad does not do what I was feeling justice. I wanted to be warm; I wanted to leave.
After he finally said I could leave, I dug in my pockets for my trusty flashlight. I now know not to trust batteries. It worked before I went in, but not after. I had to climb down the tree and walk to the truck in total darkness. I thought I was mad before. Nope. Now I am even more cranked.
To make this insanely long story short. I gut shot the deer. Horrible shot. Couldn't find the deer, even after looking for over 3 hours!!! I found eagles and ravens hanging out near my stand, but was still not able to find this dumb, idiotic, probably dead deer. Yup, I am still mad.
Chapter DON'T TALK TO ME!!! (exception, unless it doesn't have to deal with hunting)
