Ugly Sauce
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Suddenly, just like that...it was winter. Spent the day on the state land again with the bow, looking for Turk. This is the "Big Meadow", and I saw some on the other side, but that was it. Sent the hen call at them for a while, but they didn't care, and went away. Fall turkey season here until late December, but unlike spring hunting, one just has to walk around and hope to blunder into some. I was excited to get out today in the fresh snow, and read the tales that the tracks had to tell, but it's pretty dead out there. Coyote and one big buck tracks was all I saw. No other hunters had been out since it snowed. I owned the place!!
My weapons of choice, the bow of course and the 1860 Colt. I thought about taking Bess, but was too lazy to load it and re-arrange my hunting/possibles bag. (man-purse?) And, dang it's nice carrying a probably less than one pound bow (maybe a pound including quiver and arrows?) instead of 8.25 pounds of walnut and steel. And powder. And lead. I also switched to my "winter pack" as it holds more stuff. !!! That comes in handy when I want to take extra layers in case I get cold, or more room to put layers I take off if I get too hot, which is usually the case.
Within about twenty minutes of getting dropped off by the wife, I ran into Bruce. Yeah. Bruce the MOOSE. Way too close, he never saw me, and walked from my right to my left only about 50 yards away at most. I had a good head-wind, so he never smelled my rank and rancid B.O. Dang. I never moved a muscle. I did not BLINK! And, he just moseyed on and away. Nice bull, not one of the giant ones, but big enough to stomp me to death.
That was today's hunt. Bruce the Moose says: "thanks for listening".