Tuesday, November 17, 2009

New bow has arrived!

I finally got my new Elite GT500 all set up and was able to pick it up and bring her home.  It shoots AWESOME!! Maybe I should have lost my other bow sooner!! Haha I'm only teasing!  I couldn't come home and practice because it was raining and nasty outside.  Besides, with the new time change, it is dark by 5:30pm anyhow!

I can't wait to start practicing and really get to know my new bow! I still have to go back and pick up a Quickie Quiver they ordered for me.  Oh! And I still have to get a hard shell bow case and some broad heads. THEN I think I'll be done!

It's hard to see in the pics, but the pattern on this bow is the AT Edition. The limbs are camouflaged in Realtree AP and the riser is all matte black. It's currently accessorized the Bone Collector sight from Extreme Archery and it's soooo easy to work with! I highly recommend it.  I have a 28" draw length and am currently pulling 45lbs. Lord knows I hope I can pull 50lbs in a couple of weeks. I'm such a weakling, but don't tell anybody PLEEEAASE! Well - here's some pics of my new bow...ENJOY!


Friday, November 13, 2009

Remember what was in the cooler?


You DO remember what was in the cooler back in June...right?
I wish I knew the exact type of turtle that was in our yard, but I have no idea how to find out!  But that Sunday afternoon I logged on to the computer and did a search on turtles and when they lay their eggs.  It said once they lay their eggs it will be about 3 months before they are ready.  So of course, I watched the spot on the ground almost every day.  I was counting to see something change in that little spot in the ground around September.


Well summer passed and September rolled around. I started keeping a close eye on the spot.  Every day when I went to work, got home from home, checked the mail, or let the dog out, I would always check to see if something had changed.  But so far, it was still the exact same.


We all know that August and September is usually the hurricane months, so after a few days of heavy rain fall, I would check on the spot to see if any predators tried to dig up the eggs.  I feared a raccoon, a cat, or skunk would come along and get the eggs out of the ground before they hatched.  Thankfully, no predators got a dinner out of this one.  But I was getting worried because it was now October.


One weekend we had a very heavy rainfall for about two or three days.  I came home from work and was getting some stuff out of the backseat of my truck.  As I walked around the tailgate, something caught my eye!  The spot in the grass was no longer smooth and even!  There was a perfectly, egg-size small hole!!  I squealed! The babies had FINALLY hatched!! I believe all that rain helped soften the ground for the baby turtles to dig their way out.  My heart sank yet again for thoughts of any free roaming cats, birds, or other varments snatching up a quick meal.  But that's why they call it a "food chain!"  I didn't leave with negative thoughts though.  I just hoped they made it out and into a ditch or some woods close by. 

I've heard that it's good luck if you find a turtle shell.  So is good luck twice as lucky if you have a mama turtle pick your yard to bury her eggs in?  HAHA! Who knows?!





Monday, November 9, 2009

Spiders, Coyotes, and Squirrels, OH MY!

This weekend's report doesn't involve harvesting a deer. I wish it did, but like most of my stories, it always entails a laugh or two.

I decided to hunt the same lock on stand Saturday morning and evening and Sunday evening that I hunted the previous weekend. I just know there is a buck or two passing through the pines and making his way through the 400 acre hunting club that we hunt on. I’ve been tempted to hunt somewhere else other than that stand…like on the ground further in the pines 75 yards before the lock on, or on the 200 yard foot trail that leads from camp to the back where the lock on is located.

The stand I've been hunting is on an oak tree right in the middle of other oaks that are raining acorns right now! To the left of the oaks is a clear cut and to the right of the oaks is nothing but planted pines. The trail path divides the pines and oaks. It’s perfect and it's beautiful in there. It’s a long walk from camp…..and it gets spooky in there at night. Don’t do what I do and let those bright eyes trick ya at night!!

Saturday a.m. my hubby, Phillip, helps me with a Code Blue scent drag to the stand. That stuff sure smells purty! Phillip was on call this weekend so he wasn’t in any rush to get to his stand. That morning I was wide awake and ready to see some deer! Once it was daylight, I heard one gruntin’ about 4 or 5 times. I could tell he was behind me from where I came in at....possibly around the spot where I started the scent drag or maybe a little closer. He never came to me. I saw a doe mid morning. I hit the doe bleat can 30 minutes later and not long after that I heard something over my right shoulder. A deer was coming out from the pines. I could tell it was slowly coming, so I sat still, waiting patiently. It crossed the path, and came into the oakes right below my stand. I turned on my camera to record him. It was a small little spike. His horns were so small they looked like little thorns off a rose bush!! LOL He eased into the welcoming oaks and ate some breakfast. I recorded him walking around before he crossed the ditch. He eventually made his way out peacefully.

All that morning I was laughing at all the squirrels chasing each other. One squirrel got spooked and went running across the ground…..hit a stump, flipped, and then ran up the tree he was trying to get to!! Took everything I had not to bust out laughing!!! I watched two squirrels chase each other up a dead tree! It's so funny how LOUD it is when they do that! I know I don't want their claws to get a hold of me!

I forgot to mention we had a cold morning. It was low 40's, possibly in the 30's. I can't exactly remember. I just remember preparing myself for a VERY chilly morning! So of course I had on several layers, foot warmers, a neck gator and a very warm, thick beanie hat. I left my hair down that morning since I could tuck most of it in the neck gator, helping with insulation. After a few chipmunks tricked me into thinking I had a deer coming, I took a deep breath and felt an itch on my face. Ugh! My hair was tickling my face. I figured that some pieces of hair was starting to make it's way out from the beanie hat and neck gator since I was turning my head left and right. So I sat their and desperately tried to not move or raise my hand. I just HATE moving in the stand. I never know when a deer is gonna sneak up behind me! Ya know? I feel the tickle run down the right side of my face. I thought it was gonna get in my eye, but it didn't. Next thing I know something falls in my lap and the itch is gone! I look down and OH MY GOSH! It's a granddaddy long leg spider! He's in my lap and I'm holding my breath! With my head down, I look up with my eyes to make sure no deer are around b/c I this spider has to GO! I count to three...one...two...three!! I snatched his leg and THREW him out of the stand!! I froze! Hopefully nothing saw me if anything was around! I took a deep breath! I couldn't believe I had a granddaddy long legs crawling on my FACE! UGH! I think last time I sat in this stand I had a spider crawling on me. THIS was starting to get a little creepy!

I finished my morning hunt. I could tell there were some deer crossing the path back behind me that morning. That’s why I think I need to move and sit on the ground somewhere further back (up in the pines on the hill BEFORE I get to the stand). OR!! Put up my new climber somewhere back there!! But, I'm gonna give this lock on in the back the benefit of the doubt!

Saturday evening I walked to the same stand. I thought I was gonna have another snake encounter (as I did last year) b/c where the path winds out of the woods and out along the clear cut edge, it gets bright and sunny out on the path. It was right before where I shot the snake from last year. I was walking on the trail and went around the one corner and something scuffed from the path and into the brush and then I coulda swore it came back out into the path. When I heard it my heart sank and I had kept walking to get two steps away. I stopped and turned around. I couldn’t see anything. If it was a snake, I wasn’t sticking around to find out. I QUICKLY made my way from the hot, sun stricken path and into the shadowy pines. They led me along the big oaks where I began to drag the Code Blue scent again. While I was trying to cool off from the afternoon heat, I saw something out of the corner of my eye. I noticed something on the brim of my hat. I waited a second and then something fell in my lap (yes, again!). I looked down and had another spider crawling around in my lap! Except this time it was one of those little small, black jumpy ones! He was a little bigger than the average small ones we see around our house. He kept jumping opposite of where I would swat at him. I never knew where he went, so I was praying I got him brushed off my pants and that he didn't crawl in a pocket or anything!!

I didn’t see anything until 5 something. I caught movement straight in front of me way in the back. Saw one....then another. It was two deer coming in to feast on acorns. They calmly eased in and walked straight in the ditch. They eventually made their way through the ditch and circled around the area until dark, eating acorns the whole time. From what I could tell they were both does. I had to wait until well after dark for them to leave. Phillip and I were txting each other. He had to go help another huntin' partner get a doe that he shot out of some thick brush. About the time I was ready to stand up, I heard something WAAAY off in the distance behind me. Sounds like a coyote?? Not sure. So I sit there and wait. It’s pretty far off. But I wait to hear which direction it’s going b/c I have a far walk back to camp; a 200 yard walk The eery noise sounded like it was coming back from camp. So as I intently listen, it sounded like it was getting closer. The closer it gets, the howl or “noise” it makes sounds more and more like a horse neigh. So now I can tell it’s right behind me up on the path somewhere...or it could be in the pines. I sit there and I txt Phillip again, but Phillip couldn’t come b/c he was helping Kerry. I sit there with my red light on looking back behind me...my gun is ready. Now I hear another one in front of me waaaayyy off in the distance. It’s coming towards me. “NOT ANOTHER ONE!” I thought! I’m freakin’ out by now. Coyotes make me nervous. Guess cuz the guys have spotted a HUGE one at the club (the size of a small deer). So the one I hear behind me is making this neighing sound but sounds like it’s calming down…..or slowly beginning to stop making the noise. Not sure if that means it’s gonna sneak up on something (me!) or what! Sooo...I whistled……I whistled again….and again. It finally went silent. I didn’t hear the 2nd one anymore either. Now I don’t know what to do b/c I don’t know if they just stopped making noise or if they scurried off. One of the guys was up at camp waiting on me. His keys and other huntin' stuff were in the truck, so I really needed to get back to camp. I finally just said "The heck with it!" and stood up…..whatever was down there scurried into the pines and stopped. I scuffed my feet on the metal stand. It scurried some more. I still couldn’t see whatever it was. So I got everything in my backpack --- unlatched my safety harness, and climbed down. Once on the ground I turned my head lamp light on to the bright white light. I couldn’t see nothing around me. I went to get the drag hanging from a tree and made my way out of the woods. Needless to say – I was walking pretty fast. And everything is so dry in there I'm sure I sounded like BIG FOOT coming through there at the pace I was going! I got back to camp in less than 2 minutes and there were 3 guys up there just talking. They said “I thought we were gonna have to come get you!” I said “Well ya’ll didn’t hear them coyotes?!?!” One of em said “Yea I heard em! I think there was a pack of em that made their way through here!” At least I made it out safe and sound that evening!

Sunday evening I went back to the same spot. I pulled the scent drag AGAIN. A lonely doe came in around feedin time. She ate acorns in the ditch and on the other side of the ditch forever. One time she got stuck in the ditch and I felt bad for her b/c she was trying to jump out and she couldn’t get out!! I started to laugh, but then felt bad. LOL She eventually got out. She eats until it gets dark. ANOTHER deer behind me comes in from the pines and comes into the ditch. I can hear em drinking and picking up acorns from the water. It’s dark and I have no idea if it’s a doe or a buck. So I don’t wanna get down and spook it. I txt phillip. He comes to get me b/c I wanted them to hear him walking through woods and run away…I didn’t want them to hear me in the stand and get spooked from me being up there. LOL

So even though I didn't harvest any, seeing a few deer is better than not seeing any at all and having a few "pest" stories to tell is always fun (after the fact)!

Monday, October 5, 2009

Sisterhood of the Rum Creek Gang


I had the opportunity to go on an all ladie's hunt at Rum Creek WMA in Forsyth, GA October 1-3. A couple of us gals from the GON (Georgia Outdoor News) chat forum decided to meet up at one of the campsites and hunt it up! The thread started out with the announcement of the hunt, then the planning, then the final count of who would be attending, and finally to what food and camp items we all would be bringing.


We couldn't start hunting until Thursday, but we were all meeting at Rum Creek Wednesday evening. I lived the closest and didn't have that far to drive. The other ladies were coming from North and South Georgia. I couldn't wait to leave work and load the truck up! Although it was hot outside and I had a LOT to load up, including the trailer and four wheeler. I couldn't hardly focus at work. I had been texting Becca, the youngest of our group, all day about our trip. All I could think about was camping out and shooting a deer!


I finally left work early and drove as fast as I could to the house. It took me a couple of hours and some sweat but I finally got everything loaded up! I text Becca to see if she was almost to my exit. It was about 4:00pm. She text me back to tell me that in the midst of packing her stuff she bumped her scope and had to go to the gun range and re-site her gun. She didn't get to leave until 5:15pm and it was gonna take her about two hours to get to me. So I rode into town and filled the coolers with ice and made sure the truck and four wheeler had plenty of gas. I drove back home and played the country track pack of Guitar Hero until 7:00pm. I closed up the house and kissed my dog goodbye. I was headed for Rum Creek!


I met Becca in a theatre parking lot on the exit where I live. We talked for a few minutes and then hit the road. We called the other ladies to let them know we were on the way! We finally made it to the camp site. We said HEY to the other four ladies and hugged every one's neck. Debbie and Pat had been there since Tuesday afternoon so they had camp already set up. We had a total of six ladies from the GON forum in our group. I started unpacking and set up my tent. Tomi set up her tripod and camera and we took some group photos! My favorite is our "Shades and Blades of Glory" picture! After pics I helped myself to a plate of delicious food that was prepared by Wanda and Tomi. There was potato salad, some sort of bean salad mixture, and a Boston butt! I made banana pudding for dessert! Lets just say we didn't starve over the next couple of days.




After supper, Becca and I decided to drive around Rum Creek so she could put her climber up and I could find me a spot for mine. She knew right where she picked out her spot....or so she thought. It was almost 11:00pm but we were wide awake with excitement. So we did one big circle around the WMA and we hit the area where she was going last. I really wanted to hunt near the Duck Marsh project pond, but the gate was closed and I wasn't sure how to get around it. We drove around to a couple of different places, and everywhere we went we found bright eyes or flagged ribbon. I didn't want to hunt around a bunch of other ladies so we kept looking for another spot. We drove and drove and drove that night. We finally ended up at the area where she scouted and before she grabbed her climber, we took a bathroom break. It was 1:45a.m. and we were getting silly!! The temperature dropped and thankfully she had a couple of pull-overs in her backseat. We started walking down the road to look for where she would be hunting in the morning.


As we were walking and watching the ground for deer tracks (and snakes), I would look up every now and then for spider webs. Sure enough I saw one a couple of feet in front of us. "Look!" Becca jumped and snapped "WHAT?!" I laughed and said "It's a BIG spider web and I didn't want us to walk into it!" She said, "Oh! You scared me! I didn't know what you were looking at!" So we walked closer to discover a huge spider devouring his late midnight supper!!


We thought it was cool so we walked back to the truck, grabbed our cameras, came back and took some pictures! After it posed for us, we kept tracking through the trail in search of Becca's special spot she picked out. She said it's right by the water and there are TONS of deer tracks. I couldn't wait to see it! We kept walking and she said there was a big wash out in the middle of the road, but we never saw it. She said "I always do this!" I said "What's that?" And she said she forgets things and can't remember the exact details. We walked all the way to the end of that road until it came out to a power line. She said this wasn't the right road. We walked back to where the truck was parked. We had taken the road to the right. I told her lets take the other road and but she said she would rather come back the next afternoon when it was daylight. And since I didn't have a spot picked out, we decided to head back to camp, get some shut eye, sleep in, and head in to the woods when all the ladies was coming out. Before heading back to camp, we stopped at the check in station to count how many ladies were checked in. There was a total of 36 so far, but by the end of third day, I believe there was a total of 42 ladies that were checked in!! I was so pumped to see that list of ladies!! It was great!


On the way back to camp, we saw three deer crossing the gravel road into some people's yard. They were playing and apparently teasing me and Becca! I tried to take some pictures, but I couldn't zoom and focus in fast enough. We drove on to camp and tried to sneak in our tents. It was now 3:30a.m. I about froze that night. The temperatures dropped to the low 40's that evening and our fire had gone out. We only had an hour worth of sleep before the other ladies were going to get up. Once I heard them wake and my bladder telling me it's gotta go or else, I just couldn't go back to sleep. Me and Becca stayed at camp while we wished the other 4 ladies GOOD LUCK. I cooked us some breakfast over a camp fire while we relaxed and talked about where we would go scout for a place to hunt that afternoon.


It was almost lunch and we got dressed to head out to the woods. We figured most of the other gals were getting out for a hot meal and to take a break before heading back out for their afternoon hunt. Becca and I loaded up and started our hunt for a place to hunt. We drove to a couple of places and picked out a great spot for Becca! Next thing you know, we get a phone call that Debbie shot a doe.....and that she got her truck stuck!! So we jumped in the truck and headed to the other side of Rum Creek.


We found Debbie's truck sittin on three wheels with Wanda watching Tomi singing choir hymns in the bed of her truck and Pat trying to figure out the best way to tie rope from her truck to Debbie's. Debbie had drove down the road to go get her deer and she was trying to straddle her truck over a terrible washout in the middle of the road. Her front right tire had slipped right into the wash out, leaving the back end up in the air. Of course that meant the gas wasn't where it needed to be so she couldn't crank the truck up. Pat hooked up the rope. Wanda, Tomi, Becca, and me all piled up each other on the highest point of the truck bed to get it weighed down as much as we could. Debbie put the truck in neutral. And on the count of three, Pat puts her truck in drive while Debbie attempts to crank the truck and steer all at once. First attempt we failed. But the second was a successful pull from the washout! Of course this called was a Kodak moment and we helped Debbie get her doe loaded to the truck.





Me and Becca headed back to camp because we were ready to get in the woods. We got dressed and headed out. She drove out to the honey hole she found and I loaded up the 4 wheeler and rode down from camp where I found a side road that didn't look occupied by other huntresses. I parked the 4 wheeler and headed down the trail. I saw some fresh deer tracks and they were BIG. I was excited. I put my climber on a strong pine, but kept having problems getting it up the tree. It was so hot that I couldn't wear a t-shirt or my face mask so I had to cover myself up with war paint. I think I had more flies around me than Debbie's dead doe! I never saw nothing that night, but I kept hearing something behind me. I never did see what it was. I eased out of the woods at dark and went back to camp. No one else shot anything that evening. We started the fire for a great hot pot of chili and smores!


The next morning we all headed out at 5a.m. Becca and I found another great spot and we trailed out. I saw several deer tracks on my way in and was really excited about this area. Becca hiked the opposite direction from me. There were oaks on one side and pines on the other. I climbed up a pine in my climber and finally could see everything around me. The only thing I got that morning was bird poop on my deer grunt! Becca didn't see anything either, but when I met up with her, I helped her move her climber to another tree. She ended up seeing 5 turkeys that evening in the same spot!


We headed back to camp to eat some lunch. A couple of the other ladies showed up for a quick bite before heading back out to the woods. It was time for me to pack up camp and head back home. I was leaving a day early because my husband was flying back in town and had to pick him up. I said my GOODBYES and took a few last pics with the girls and wished them GOOD LUCK. I drove away with lots of memories from Rum Creek and new bond and outlook with female hunters. I always thought it was great, but now I think it's even GREATER that there were so many out there! It really opened my eyes to how I really want to help with getting more females involved in hunting and to continue with the ones who do!


I pulled in the driveway with a sigh. I couldn't believe it was over already!! The other girls were still out there hunting. I was worn out but ready for a HOT shower in a scented bar of soap!
It wasn't long that I got a text from Becca saying that Debbie shot another doe right before dark and they were all trailing it. The deer went into a thicket and all the ladies went in to help track it, except Tomi and Wanda. They knew someone needed to stay on the road in case someone forgot where they walked into the woods. They got separated as they went deeper into the woods. Two other ladies that were hunting near them that afternoon were with them also. Tomi and Wanda walked out of the woods by themselves with only her flashlight. They walked a long way on the logging road in the dark until they found the dirt road. Then they walked about a mile or two on the dirt road until they got to the road that led to their trucks. Tomi and Wanda stopped at a house and got a ride to Wanda's truck and then went back down to where they came out of the woods. It was midnight when Debbie called off the search for the deer. They called Becca and told her and Debbie to listen for Wanda's horn on her truck so that it would help them know which direction to come to. Well....Wanda had to stop honking the horn because a "not-so-happy" man came up in his truck to ask what all the horn blowing was all about. He was slightly peeved. There were some houses right below where they were and they woke them up and he was not happy at all! But Wanda told him there are 5 friends in the woods and they sort of lost their way when tracking a deer. The man informed Wanda that there were 5 people down at the house trying to sleep and that she had better stop honking the horn! Wanda was only honking ever so often. She said it was a good thing no one was injured because he wouldn't have offered to even help! But the ladies handled it themselves and they didn't need his help anyway! So Tomi and Wanda honked the horn a few more times and then Becca, Debbie, and whoever else was in there finally came out to them....at 2 in the morning!


There will be more from the Sisterhood of the Rum Creek Gang!! And more ladies are joining in with us! This was a hunt and camping trip I'll never forget and can't wait for more!








Monday, August 24, 2009

"Wild Willie"

It was another busy three day weekend at the 2009 Buckarama show in Perry, GA for Final Skinz. Friday nights are usually a slow to moderate crowd. The early birds like to get there, find the goods, the sales, and register for any contests early and get out before the crowd hits on Saturday and Sunday.

During my Saturday morning business ventures in one of the other buildings, I decided to walk around to see what booths might be drawing for a free whitetail hunt or who might have some new t-shirts and camo for the ladies. As I began to squeeze my way through the crowd, my cell phone rang. Unaware of my surroundings, I quickly dispersed out of the mass of hunters and hid myself amongst some clothes racks in a booth.

After the phone call, I placed my cell phone back in my pocket while being greated by the sweet lady in the booth. She asked if I needed any help and I told her I was fine. Without showing my embarrassment, I looked up at the banner hanging to see what booth I had rudely envaded. I stopped. I looked around. "No way!" I was standing in the Duck Commander / Buck Commander booth!! And nobody else was in it but me!! HA! I had no idea they were there this year! So of course I immediately began thumbing through t-shirts, hats, duck calls, DVD's, CD's, tank tops, and even the signs!

I decided it would be best to keep some money in the checking account for bills, so I only purchased a t-shirt for my hubby and their newest DVD "Duckmen 13: Fear The Beard" (killer DVD by the way!! Better go buy it!). By this time, the lady's significant other was there and was helping out as well. They were both so very friendly and inquired about my tank top displaying Final Skinz. All three of us began talking and getting to know one another as if we should have been friends sooner.

Next thing I know, they tell me that "Willie" was gonna be arriving at 11:30a.m. My eyes widened and my mouth dropped. I said "What?? Are you serious?!?" They said he was on his way in from the interstate and should be in around 11:30a.m. So I told them I would be back for a picture!

So sure enough I headed back to the DUCK/BUCK Commander booth at 11:30a.m. for my picture with Willie Robertson! When I first got there, I patiently stood there and watched him sign a few autographs on some hats for other fans! I honestly don't think half the crowd KNEW who he was b/c they were all walking by just looking. I was astounded that I was there at that moment! Anyhow - I was introduced to him and he was just as nice as I'd ever imagine. He had no problem with me taking a picture with him. (I think we actually took three pics!) It was great! He then started asking me about the new Buck Commander bow and if I had seen it yet. By the time he started showing me the bow, a few more fans were walking up. The bow looked AWESOME, but as with any "star," he had more fans to meet and shake hands with. So of course I told him it was GREAT to meet him and I took off. I consider myself lucky to meet him. Hopefully I can meet the rest of the Duckmen one day! What a dream it would be to hunt with em! But like Willie says, you gotta be quick enough to keep up or else they'll shoot down the birds before you've even got your safety off!



Thanks Willie for taking the time out to speak to me and for this awesome pic!! Next time = it's camo face paint in the pic!!!



Wednesday, August 19, 2009

World's Smallest Deer






During his field study in the Myanmar’s Hukawng Valley in 1997, an American zoologist, Alan Rabinowitz, discovered a new species of Cervid. Rabinowitz was examining what he thought was a young deer carcass of another species; however, after further review and DNA analysis, it was actually the carcass of an adult female. This new species is called a “Leaf Muntjac.” It is also referred to as a Leaf Deer, or Putao muntjac, and is a small species of muntjac.


Leaf muntjacs are found in dense forest habitats and eat mostly fruits. An adult leaf muntjac stands at just 20 inches high at the shoulder and weighs less than 25 pounds. Both the male and female have distinct canine tusks. The only thing that can separate the look of a male from a female are the un-branched antlers that are about 1 inch in height. The young muntjacs remain hidden after birth until they can move around with their mother. An unusual feature about this species is their offspring do not bear any spots. Local hunters called it the “leaf deer” because the body could be completely wrapped by a single large leaf. This species is the world’s smallest known deer. The leaf muntjac population has reduced considerably due to hunting.





Leaf deer are not to be confused with the Muntjac, also known as Barking Deer, which appeared 15-35 million years ago. They get the nickname "barking deer" because they make a deep, bark like sound as a warning if they sensed a predator nearby. Species of the Muntjac can be found from India and Sri Lanka to southern China, Taiwan, Japan, and Indonesian islands. Muntjac inhabits tropical regions.
They have no seasonal rut; therefore, mating can take place at any time of the year. Males have short antlers, which can re-grow, and they tend to fight for territory with their tusks. Tusks are unknown in British wild deer and can be discriminatory when trying to differentiate a Muntjac from an immature native deer. They have huge eyes, which allow them to see in the dark. There are eleven known sub-species of the Muntjac family.

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Huntin My Way Out of a Flood

I’m on the hunt and it’s not for whitetails. Bow season doesn’t open up here until September 12. I am on the prowl for camouflage pants with an inseam longer than 34 inches. I need at least a 36 inch inseam to reach my feet and to cover the tops of my boots. I have searched high and low for pants long enough for the upcoming hunting season. While it’s still warm enough outside, I can get by with the “almost long enough” pant because I just tuck them inside my snake boots. But whitetails are not the only animal I’m after. So I may not always be wearing snake boots and pants that are just not quite long enough are not a good look. No matter where you are.

Our local stores do not have much of a selection here on female hunting apparel. I guess the demand here isn’t that high, which I would have a hard time believing. I’m in the south and I have recently met a group of ladies who love to hunt and be in the outdoors. One of our local stores is a big, well known, chain and they only have ONE rack of hunting apparel for women! That ONE rack consists of pants, t-shirts, long sleeve shirts, jackets, overalls, and coveralls. Yes, I said ONE rack! The t-shirts seem to fit well; however, if I get the same size in the long sleeve shirt, the sleeves aren't long enough. They barely make it to my wrists. Why is that? And for the coveralls to be long enough, I have to put on an XL, which gives a decent length, but both my husband and I could fit in them. If one piece of clothing is long enough, it’s probably too big somewhere else. If it fits me everywhere else, then it’s probably way too short in length! Go figure!

Another option I have resorted to is buying the XL shirts in the little boy sizes. They fit my upper body and give a three-quarter length sleeve. OH! And it’s cheaper!! The length is good for in-between seasons when the temperatures are changing from one extreme to the next during the day. But if I need to wear men’s camouflage pants, it’s usually not a problem finding an inseam long enough…..or a crotch long enough. Men’s pants are higher wasted and baggier than what I am used to wearing.

The women’s pants I have bought I have had to take home, take the hem out completely to the fringe, and sew one straight hem line across the bottom to keep the fringe from coming unraveled any shorter. Needless to say, I hate to spend a lot of money on pants that I have to bring home and re-stitch myself. My wardrobe is a complete mix of patterns since I am not able to find pants long enough in one pattern that has a matching shirt.

Let me just say that I am not complaining of my height whatsoever. I wouldn’t trade it for nothing! I am just complaining that there are not camouflage pants that come in a “Tall” for women. If any readers out there know where I can hunt me down some long camouflage pants, I know you won’t hesitate to email me! I’m desperate for some long camouflage pants! (I have this same problem in jeans! LOL) It's dry here in GA and no signs of a flood!

Sunday, June 21, 2009

What's in the cooler, hun?

I came home from church only to find my husband, Phillip, in the front yard with the camera in hand, standing over a small cooler. He wasn't able to go to church with me that morning because of some family business he needed to take care of. Without him being at home, he would not have been able to witness this act.

I park the truck and get out to see what he's smiling about. As I slowly approach the cooler, he tells me he was on the phone talking with "maw" (his grandmother) when he looked out the kitchen window and saw something in the yard. He walked outside and eased closer to the mysterious creature. Suddenly he realized that it was a turtle digging in the ground! It was obviously a female burying her eggs. Phillip said she had somehow made the dirt muddy enough to dig up and throw behind her. Her eggs were placed in the hole and then she used her legs and covered the hole back up.

What amazed us both is that you can hardly tell where she dug the hole. She placed the grass and dirt back as if nothing had been there! When she was finished, the spot just sort of looked like a dry patch of grass. But it all blended in.

Phillip decided to put her in the cooler to keep her from venturing off into the road! He didn't want her to get ran over by a car and of course, he wanted to show her to me when I got home! I couldn't resist holding her and taking pictures with her!