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Name: Ken
Country: United States
State: Minnesota
Metro: Minneapolis
Gender: Male
Interests: hiking, biking, kayaking,fishing, hunting,snowshoeing and my old canoe
Expertise: getting in it deep
Occupation: making lighting and other asso
Industry: power generation equipment
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1/29/2006
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| Although the button buck is not a large deer it gave me more of the thrill to watch her drop it then any of the 200 lbs bucks I have shot.
There was a group of four which started to bolt when she pulled the rifle up to her shoulder; I gave them my best grunt which froze two of them long enough for her to squeeze off a shot.
Wolves and winters can make for tough years of hunting; this was one of those. The DNR reports the first three days as down 16% from 2008 which in turn was down 24% from 2007.
Wolves have a large territory and when they are in your area they can make for a sparse deer population, the majority of the deer vote with their hooves and move to a safer area. From talking to other hunters it sounds like the problem this past weekend was two individuals one of which is a massive black specimen.
I know of two separate hunting parties in other parts of the state that are 1 for 5 and 1 for 9. We did well to fill out even if the size of the animals was not spectacular.
After twice running out of slugs for ‘Agnes’ last year she got a lot of practice with the new rifle.
All those shells at the range translated into only one shot in the woods, a much better method then the other way around.
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| There is always a sense of anticipation being out of doors waiting on the sun to rise.
Add a two mile hike in the dark on a never before taken trail into the heart of wolf country and it was enough to put my nerves on tingle.
The beavers booming their tails upon my reaching the coordinates entered into a hand held GPS didn’t help matters at the moment.
After finding some amusement with myself for jumping out of my skin by the splash just a few feet away I gathered my thoughts and decided to do a little something of a time lapse
50 minutes, only the sky and a few tree tops are visible, even the smallest of creatures moving across the dry leaves on the forest floor set the mind to racing.
40 minutes, it was light enough now for me to know that I did stop along side the lake I was looking for, but then the beavers had already told me that
30 minutes, enough light to shoot had I brought the rifle with the scope, this trip was more about fishing then shooting another deer, the lighter carbine is on my shoulder and the sights are still black
15 minutes, plenty of light for a short range shot, except.
Getting the fishing equipment organized, GPS set and whatnot there was one thing I overlooked.
Loading the rifle
Tomorrow, Itty’s buck
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I'm going to have to take a little Xanga break this week; to many yard, house, dental, work things to get done and still be ready to leave early Friday.
Hope you all have a great week and maybe i can post something via WI-Fi this coming weekend. | | |
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This year continued a trend I find disappointing; fewer kids out on Halloween.
It gave me time to do something I haven’t done in nearly half a century, I went myself.
Trusty always buys Skittles, I hate skittles
Whenever a lull in the princesses and little monsters would occur I would grab a few of them and run to a neighbor’s house.
Ding Dong, you should have seen the look on their faces when I said “Trick or Treat” followed by my Skittle explanation and an offer to trade.
It brought back fond memories of my suburban surroundings growing up; running from house to house. My neighbors knowing me thought it was humorous after their initial shock at seeing a gray bearded kid at their door. Some of the parents out escorting their children were not too sure.
My haul: a gummy like pumpkin (not much of an improvement) two Tootsie Rolls, a snickers from P.J.’s house (SCORE!) and two Reese’s peanut butter cups.
Not holding a grudge over her questionable candy purchases and knowing they are her favorite I saved those for Trusty.
Our favorite little trick or treater has yet to show up; a problem with a ghoul no doubt.
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| I took a whole week off for deer hunting this year. The plan was to hunt with Itty girl for two days and then roam an area I call the ‘5 X 5’ alone for days just to see what is there.
The 5 X 5 is one of those places you see on a map and your minds eye gives life to. It is an area circled by lakes with no names; the closest road is five miles due west or five miles to the east north east. You don’t even want to think about going north or south.
Hunting Itasca is not for the faint of heart.
Trusty was not enthused.
The plan has changed now, she is going to stick with me until Wednesday and then we are coming home.
Bless her heart for worrying about me but the truth is she couldn’t do the 5 X 5 and hence the change in plans.
Instead I am going to do some more practical exploration, first is to find the game trail (I know it’s there somewhere) along the Nicollet Creek that I could put Itty on. My idea being to circle the peninsula between the Middle and Upper Lake of this chain feeding Lake Itasca to near the ancient bison kill site.
Next it’s off to Coffee Break Lake to see if there is a place I can cross the narrows between that little body of water and the swamp ringed Allen Lake, again with some future deer drive to my daughter in mind.
It should be fine; in the end it has more tangible value.
But it’s not the 5 X 5.
I will have to get by with the visions of my minds eye awhile longer.
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