Hunting: The Itch Begins

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If I can be frank, I’m sick of writing holster reviews. I’m sick of shooting my pistols and I’m getting kind of sick of shooting rifles for five-shot groups and plugging them into OnTarget. The spring and summer here in Texas afford precious few opportunities to take to the wild, gun in hand, with hunting on my mind . . .

Late winter and early spring actually aren’t so bad. By that time, my truck is filled mostly with road trip foods, spent casings, bloody rubber gloves, and there’s a distinct smell that’s started to hover around me. My wife has also reached the end of her patience when it comes to having an absentee husband, and my boss is starting to wonder just how many times “the moon will be just right.” There’s that old saying about dog owners starting to look like their dogs. And by early January, I start to look a bit like a late season buck. I’m a little hollow in the eyes, my shop is a mess, my truck is too, and I’m doing what I can to get by.

As such, late winter and early spring are times of repair. Relationship repairs, truck repairs, and gear repairs. But by mid spring, I’m starting to feel the itch a little bit. And if the weather is right, there’s still some hunting that can be done for exotics like Axis or nuisance animals like pigs. Scratch that. Pig killing knows no season.

Through the summer, its too hot here in Texas to do much outside except swim in a pool, drink cold beers, and sweat. If it’s anything like the summer of 2011, you start to have serious and very real debates over compression underwear vs. boxers. And forget about concealment garments. Nope. I won’t put any more shirt on my body than I need to. And then it happens.

There’s a morning when you walk outside and it isn’t oppressive. It’s merely hot, and there’s 20% less humidity in the air. Around that time, the hunting gods start smiling and you’ll finally spot whitetail bucks with velvet covered antlers. And as it goes, there will be doves so thick they blot out the sky as long as you don’t have a gun in your hand. Early dove season scratches the itch a little bit. But it’s still usually too hot to move much so you sit on a bucket in shorts, a t-shirt and you hydrate and bullshit with your buddies and wait for a double or triple to fly overhead.

This year has been especially painful as one of my favorite bands, The Turnpike Troubadours, released “The Bird Hunters” to the public a few days before the dove opener. Give it a listen. Hell, give it forty listens. It opens on a day we’ll all hopefully be blessed enough to experience in our lives. An evening hunt with a chill coming in, hands wrapped around a long gun that just feels right. Maybe some casual banter about your buddy’s shooting, and the occasion for conversation to turn a bit more serious. A time for introspection. And a time for being lost in your thoughts.

For me, its a painful reminder that I spend way too much time trapped in a cubicle, sitting in traffic, and mowing my lawn. I spent last week in Blacksburg, Virginia stuck in two days of meetings without a window to the outside world. It seemed like each time we stepped outside for a break, the leaves on the trees had turned a deeper color of amber. The weather was crisp. Clear skies and mid seventies during the days with temps dropping into the low forties each night.

On the way to our second day of meetings, “The Bird Hunters” came on the radio, mostly because I was in charge of the music and I watched the fall foliage rip by while my coworkers talked excitedly about our enterprise business strategy and product development and used words like “hybrid”, and “market forces”. Hearing that song made my heart hurt. All I wanted in that moment was to be seated with my back against a young cedar tree back on my family’s land. It’s the same place that I spotted a wily old buck last year.

Lost in my thoughts as The Troubadours played on, I thought about the kiss of a gentle, dry, crisp fall breeze on my face as the sun makes its way up behind me. It’s a comfortable little spot that I found last year. The land falls away gently so sitting on the ground is about as comfortable as it gets. The sun rises off my right shoulder, so my little spot is shaded a bit longer than the area I can look over. It’s about 150 yards in every direction, and there are two big groves of oak trees that provide all the acorns a whitetail could ever want. There’s always wildlife running around, and it’s a peaceful spot to just sit and think. Or not.

Suddenly, we’re in front of the office, and everyone is bailing out of the car, jabbering about all the things we’re going to fix today. I’m a little quieter and slower getting out of the car, still not quite ready to let go of my little spot against that young cedar tree. As I swipe by badge to get in the building, I take a last long look at the trees behind me before facing the canopy of fluorescent bulbs ahead. There’s a last little gust of wind as the cool morning gives way to a warming day. The leaves look a darker shade of amber already. Fall is coming.

comments

  1. avatar JFRAME says:

    Amen brother! My year starts Sept.1 and ends Aug 31. God Bless Texas.

  2. avatar dlj95118 says:

    “As I swipe by badge to get in the building, I take a last long look at the trees behind me before facing the canopy of fluorescent bulbs ahead.”

    Eloquent – just plain eloquent!

    I grok.

  3. avatar C.Rogers says:

    I got it too.
    It’s bow season in my neck of the woods. I get out in the morning on weekends, but once rifle season starts, I’ll hunt every day since I lve in the woods. Literally.
    I went out to check one of my cameras yesterday and saw two big
    does on the way out and got that adrenaline dump.

    1. avatar Chuck (hates nj) says:

      I just got my first doe with my crossbow last weekend. My buddy put me on a small WMA property by his house that apparently no one hunts and that’s good for us. Within the half hour before before sunset a doe walks out and picks up on my hunting blind, I thought I was screwed until 15 min later about a dozen deer walk out with a small buck in the middle of the group. They followed the first doe to my left side but one must of thought she was tough stomping her hoofs as she walked in from my left about 10 yards out right in front of my open window so let one fly. She made it about 40 yards leaving a nice easy to follow blood trail before crashing.

  4. avatar uncommon_sense says:

    I went out once already for the archery season this year. Of course some family decides to play “haunted forest” about 500 yards away from me. And what is “haunted forest”? It means some adult man roaring at the (literal) top of his voice about every 60 seconds and multiple young girls screaming at the (literal) top of their high-pitched voices in response. Oh, and a lot of honking your car’s horn for added ambiance. Keep in mind that you would have easily heard them a half-mile away in open terrain. Needless to say, no deer were moving around within a half-mile of them. And since I was within that half-mile radius, no deer were moving around me.

    I am looking forward to cooler temperatures and forests without screaming humans. Those two conditions combine for much better deer hunting.

  5. avatar Eric says:

    Well written.

  6. avatar Kyle in Texas says:

    Well said Mr. Kee. I’ve never been hunting, though I just finished my future pig hunting rifle and have my .300 sbr stamp on the way soon. Your eloquence has encouraged me to get my license and find some pigs in East Texas.

    I like that song too, good camping music.

  7. avatar jwm says:

    Hunting. A frustration that’s still better than work. Let me explain.

    Loaded with 8 shot for dove and a dozen pigs waltz by like they own the place. Also, lumping into a dove spot before daylight and get surrounded by a pack of yotes. Didn’t have my predator light and again, 8 shot.

    Take a quick break to sit and enjoy the morning cool during rabbit season and 40-50 doves, which aren’t in season, auto rotate in all around me.

    Bust a covey of quail and there’s an out of season deer amongst them. No shots taken cause of bambi. Must have been their drug connection.

    Also hunting quail and have to shoe the damn deer out of my path with my hat. Not deer season.

    Got my predator light. .243. Good spot. Start working the lure and get mugged by out of season turkeys.

    Get the picture?

  8. avatar Lance F says:

    I have already filled my WA deer tag with my bow. Elk season came and went and I did not see an elk, but had one so close I could smell him. That was muzzle loader season. Next month I get to travel to another state to rifle hunt deer with family. I can’t wait!

  9. avatar Geoff PR says:

    “If it’s anything like the summer of 2011, you start to have serious and very real debates over compression underwear vs. boxers.”

    Tyler, Tyler Tyler…

    *Sigh*

    Much the same way a woman with an extra-ample bosom can be quite uncomfortable without the support of a sport bra during strenuous activities, some of us guys really appreciate the… support that ‘tightly-whities’ can offer us…

    You ‘boxer-boys’ have a nice day now, ya hear?

    *Cough*

    🙂

    *snicker*

    1. avatar jwm says:

      I prefer commando. That way I got plenty of leg room.

      1. avatar Geoff PR says:

        That way I got plenty of third leg room.

        FIFY…

        🙂

        1. avatar jwm says:

          2 guys were standing on the Golden Gate Bridge when they decided to answer nature’s call. They unzipped and let fly.

          1st guy says, “That water sure is cold.”

          2nd guy says, “And it’s deep too.”

  10. avatar Tom in Oregon says:

    Really good stuff Tyler.

  11. avatar Cdotson says:

    At least you were lucky enough to visit Blacksburg while there was still a chance of beautiful weather. I spent enough time there that by mid winter I couldn’t help calling it Bleaksburg. And we always got the heaviest snow the week before spring break.

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  13. avatar Indiana Tom says:

    But you will kill Cecil the beloved anthropomorphic animal! We need to ban hunting now, for the beloved anthropomorphic animals.
    A true statement from a city dwelling liberal…
    If god had intended you to eat animals, they would be pre-packaged in shrink wrap and laying on the ground ready to eat. Just like all our other food sources.

  14. avatar Accur81 says:

    Good stuff! I’m going to try some deer hunting in CA with Dr Vino and again in WI with friends and family over there.

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