After arriving on the hill, about 645am, we were just catching the full sunrise so I brought Naomi right to the hill that I like to be on for sunrise. While there, I changed plans and said we'll go up to where I hunt as we were both able to continue up the hill, steep though it is.
I don't know who taught Naomi to hold binoculars like that, but it's totally how I would do it. Very comfortable and easy to keep steady and keep your eyes on the area that you're scanning.
After getting up into the main space that I like to sit in, we lay there waiting till 8:45 for deer to show on the west side of the valley. I looked back to Naomi to say something..... and there were three mulie within 10 feet of us. We let them run past and I said that this has never happened to me. Fun to see a little herd pass by so closely. While continuing to wait a few little birds kept flying overhead. I'm sure that they were curious about us.
Finally, unable to see anymore movement we walked along the top most area of the valley and over into a small watering pond to have a sandwich. Usually we don't see much over at this lake and I don't always walk up into this area but it worked out as a good path back to the truck.
This was a long hike. We were both (I at least) exhausted so now it was time to do some truck hunting. We drove past the Blades, met a new farmer named Will for next years permissions, went up to the huterites and back. We drove this circle at least twice looking for the best of the best. While passing the blades property we saw two white tail deer grazing and all thought how interesting that the first doe was light yellow/brown while the second white tail was grey grey grey like a mulie. Not all rules about coloring and what something should look like are followed.
As we walked into the area together, Naomi and I, I told her about how this was the place that I shot my first deer ever. She's now been into a couple of areas that I've never taken anyone else. We walked one hill past where I had shot my first deer and low and behold, another beautiful deer to shoot.
Naomi stayed back with her binoculars and I walked slow up one hill, and then another hill, trying to get closer to that deer. It had been rubbing it's horns in the willows and I thought that it had bedded down in those willows. Once I got to the closest hill that I thought might give me a view into the willows I say there glassing those willows. The sun was just above the horizon and all I could see was sun in my binoculars and rifle scope. I was getting tired and frustrated of not being able to see so I looked back to where I'd come from to see what Naomi was doing. Later on Naomi would tell me that I was climbing that third hill and the deer and snuck around me and followed ME up the hill checking me out, and had then turned back and was just walking and feeding in between mine and Naomi's hills.
It was maybe the closest and easiest shot on a white tail that I've ever had.
I don't want to belabor the point but dragging that deer 1.5 miles even together was one of the hardest drags that I've ever done. I couldn't have done it if Naomi hadn't been side by side with me dragging that deer.
On the drive to Nanton to meet up with Leo. We got to see the sunset which showed us about 20 minutes of blood mood. Quickly after I had gotten one photo of the red moon it had already switched over to a dark grey moon behind some neat clouds.
And thus concludes our hunting experience. Naomi and Chris and I. November 20, 2021. If you've come all the way through here, then here is a picture of Naomis deer from 2020, a photo of Naomi and my mother in law Joan, and lastly a photo of Naomi at our wedding.
Also... Woops! Moiya had an open and empty blog post started. I noticed that before I began. It seems like I opened that empty blog post and wrote this submission. So this isn't Moiya... it's Richard. Sorry for the confusion.
thanks for taking me on this wonderful hunting trip with you and Naomi. I am glad that I could read about dragging without having to actually do the hard work! I loved hearing about the deer sneaking up behind you. :-). and fantastic photos!
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DeleteI loved every word. With tears in my eyes. The good kind of tears. The ones that come from appreciation and gratitude for family connections. I am glad you and Naomi have this special connection. And dragging a deer together? That will never be forgotten -- it's in your bones and muscles now.
ReplyDeleteI can only show her. She has the interest. Without that, it's not possible. She was fun to hang out with.
DeleteReading this post again today. Not tears today just big big smiles. And looking at each photo magnified up close. Thank you for recording the moment in words and photos. A treasure.
ReplyDeleteNaomi's experience with me is of interest to so many adults. I am trying to analyze it for myself. It is simple but I think that other adults are stuck on the hunting variables (gross, killing, hard work). How can you trick a child into doing those three. So there is a big gap and all adults want to bond and support and love their children. So seeing a child willingly be involved is something of a mystery (miracle?). I've shared a no face photo on linkedin and got 4,000views so far. And a highschool friends father has asked if he can share some of the photos for CFGA to show the family component of hunting. CFGA is Calgary Fish and Game Association. A family oriented teach your children to hunt fish kyak etc group.
ReplyDeleteAll interesting. I just loved spending time with a friend.
I think she got hooked on a grade 7 trip to Rapid Lake to visit a community of the Algonquins of Barriere Lake. Kids from her high school when to help with a back-to-school celebration at the elementary school. While she was there, she got to see an elder skin a coyote and hear her talk about respect for animals and how we use them. Well, I guess she didn't get hooked. She was just introduced to the ideas, saw the beauty of the animal and using it with care and respect -- it was a roadkill coyote that someone had brought in, so the elder talked about how they would use the hide (for fur trim in moccasins), and how the meat wasn't good to eat, but would be returned to the forest where other creatures that could eat it would use it. She texted me a photo of the skinned coyote, with no context. I was a bit alarmed at first since she it was her first time being away from home and I was worried/missing her. When she followed up the photo with some text saying something like "isn't this cool" I knew she was OK.
ReplyDeleteI love this story on so many levels
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