This morn's sunrise hunt include the blessing of the resident San Gabriel River fog creeping on soft feet with obvious mischief.
The wisps of cottony moisture presented life-like (if not "ghost-like) forms that drifted as if by whim.
Nature, an obvious part of the spoof, rejoiced as trees and animals alike "peek-a-booed" to greet the dawn.
Inevitably, orange fire entered "stage" east, and the spirits cavorted to an unknown lair to await the next adventure.
The ranch hand failed in the noble quest of venison acquisition, but was rewarded nonetheless by the glory of our Savior's magnificent creations.
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Primero
The ole ranch hand has been watching a buck for a year or two.
"Primero" has grown from a spindly thing to a magnificent example of the species with a muscular body, long neck, and eight long tines that strongly define his dominance.
Sunday afternoon last the fat boy was veggin' in the sun room when gratuitously, Primero entered the back forty in all his glory.
Said wanna-be hunter scooped up his venison acquisition device an "cherokeed" (Sweet Bill says we be from the Cherokee Nation ala 1794 or sumpthin such?) onto the back porch....needed a slightly better angle so brother Daniel Boone sidle to the right...and ooched a metal chair across the concrete creating a screeching sound that would make a banshee proud?
Primero hit the brush like his tail was on fire!
Went back in the house...pooch lipped...pissed off...disapointed to say the least.
Looked up and that puppy was back!!!!!
Did a credible ninja "sneak" back on the porch and put that puppy between the crosshairs (with visions of trophy accolades dancing).
Off to the right about forty yards a doe SNORTED like a bull elk, jumped near bout 10 foot in the air, and ran off like the devil was on her butt?
Ranch hand Boone (and Primero) near bout did the same?
Primero scooted ass and ain't been seen since.
Score: Primero "1".....ranch hand "0"
"Primero" has grown from a spindly thing to a magnificent example of the species with a muscular body, long neck, and eight long tines that strongly define his dominance.
Sunday afternoon last the fat boy was veggin' in the sun room when gratuitously, Primero entered the back forty in all his glory.
Said wanna-be hunter scooped up his venison acquisition device an "cherokeed" (Sweet Bill says we be from the Cherokee Nation ala 1794 or sumpthin such?) onto the back porch....needed a slightly better angle so brother Daniel Boone sidle to the right...and ooched a metal chair across the concrete creating a screeching sound that would make a banshee proud?
Primero hit the brush like his tail was on fire!
Went back in the house...pooch lipped...pissed off...disapointed to say the least.
Looked up and that puppy was back!!!!!
Did a credible ninja "sneak" back on the porch and put that puppy between the crosshairs (with visions of trophy accolades dancing).
Off to the right about forty yards a doe SNORTED like a bull elk, jumped near bout 10 foot in the air, and ran off like the devil was on her butt?
Ranch hand Boone (and Primero) near bout did the same?
Primero scooted ass and ain't been seen since.
Score: Primero "1".....ranch hand "0"
Friday, November 4, 2011
Opening Day
Tomorrow's dawn marks opening day of the 2011 deer season.
The ranch hand first experienced "opening day" 42 years ago in Sabinal, Texas.
That morning did not result in the taking of venison. It did result in absolutely FREEZING in a deer blind due to the neophyte hunter being ill prepared as to clothing.
Despite the misery of near frost bite, that was a memorable morn in terms of the eager anticipation of possibilities, the feel of the wooden stock and steel of the rifle in nervous hands, and the glory of witnessing the sunrise orchestrated by my Lord and Savior.
Surely there will never be a more meaningful "opening day", but I pray that there will be a number of similarly soul satisfying experiences.
The ranch hand first experienced "opening day" 42 years ago in Sabinal, Texas.
That morning did not result in the taking of venison. It did result in absolutely FREEZING in a deer blind due to the neophyte hunter being ill prepared as to clothing.
Despite the misery of near frost bite, that was a memorable morn in terms of the eager anticipation of possibilities, the feel of the wooden stock and steel of the rifle in nervous hands, and the glory of witnessing the sunrise orchestrated by my Lord and Savior.
Surely there will never be a more meaningful "opening day", but I pray that there will be a number of similarly soul satisfying experiences.
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