Bubblehide
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Well, I met a gentleman here at JHO through my advertisement about public land hunting. To keep this straight and to the point, it was a change for me; he took me to his spot. The surprise is that not only is this spot public land, but it appears that no one hunts it. Simply zero tracks of the human kind. To top it off, not only did we see pig tracks, but we saw some very very very, large pig tracks. Unfortunately, with the hard freeze, cold weather, and all the moisture, it was difficult to tell how fresh the sign was. Obviously some tracks were made during, or directly after the storm, while other tracks were in dry ground, and appeared fresh and as clear as can be. I even stepped on several pig poos, all appeared moist, and fresh, but again with all the moisture out there, they didn't even have a chance to dry out.
Well, during this little excursion, I figured out why no ones hunts this place. But first, sure we saw tracks on the way in, but by the time we got to good hunt-able ground, we had already covered about 10 miles, per my partners GPS; I have not yet looked at mine to verify, I am simply much to tired and worn out, as the round trip was about 20 miles. Well, Murphys law hit me pretty good on the way back. I was wearing two pairs of socks, and the inside pair slipped down, and scrunched up around the toes and ball of both of my feet. Byt he times I realized what had happened, I didn't want to stop and take the time to fix them due to obligations tomorrow. So I covered ground as quickly as I could, because I stayed out there longer than I should have, considering (who would guess). Well now I sit here typing, contemplating popping my blisters and pouring rubbing alcohol inside the blisters. Yeah I know medical experts tell us not to, but they sure do heal much faster when I do.
Now the delema, do I even attempt to go back; I don't know about each of you, but I am going on 53 (this upcoming year). 20 miles in one day just feels a bit to much to me now that I have passed the 1/2 century mark. But then, I've heard it said, that a body in motion, stays in motion. Somehow I think I will be pretty flat tomorrow, with the exception of the luncheon I have; I plan on eating like a pig.
I'll try to throw up a picture of this spot tomorrow, here in this post.
Lastly, a word to the wise, public land hunting, don't even give it a thought, it's way to much work.
Well, during this little excursion, I figured out why no ones hunts this place. But first, sure we saw tracks on the way in, but by the time we got to good hunt-able ground, we had already covered about 10 miles, per my partners GPS; I have not yet looked at mine to verify, I am simply much to tired and worn out, as the round trip was about 20 miles. Well, Murphys law hit me pretty good on the way back. I was wearing two pairs of socks, and the inside pair slipped down, and scrunched up around the toes and ball of both of my feet. Byt he times I realized what had happened, I didn't want to stop and take the time to fix them due to obligations tomorrow. So I covered ground as quickly as I could, because I stayed out there longer than I should have, considering (who would guess). Well now I sit here typing, contemplating popping my blisters and pouring rubbing alcohol inside the blisters. Yeah I know medical experts tell us not to, but they sure do heal much faster when I do.
Now the delema, do I even attempt to go back; I don't know about each of you, but I am going on 53 (this upcoming year). 20 miles in one day just feels a bit to much to me now that I have passed the 1/2 century mark. But then, I've heard it said, that a body in motion, stays in motion. Somehow I think I will be pretty flat tomorrow, with the exception of the luncheon I have; I plan on eating like a pig.
I'll try to throw up a picture of this spot tomorrow, here in this post.
Lastly, a word to the wise, public land hunting, don't even give it a thought, it's way to much work.