Sunday, September 30, 2007

This is my "I am not a deer" hat. That's what I usually say about my favorite orange hat that I wear when I hunt for wild mushrooms. I thought about wearing it on Saturday when Sonja and I went hunting at her place.

We didn't get anything but I learned a lot. I did not realize how much of an expert Sonja is on deer poop. For instance buck (boy deer) poop is usually localized, all in one spot; just piles on itself. Doe (girl deer) poop is spread out like dropping a handful of peas on the ground. Interesting, huh? Oh and I learned how to "whisper-yell". That's when you want to yell your head off, but can't get it, I'm sure. It's a very useful ability.

I also discovered that I need to walk further behind Sonja when hunting because apparently she uses her own unique scent to attract a buck. I call it farting but what do I know, I'm just a beginner, a noob so to speak.

And who says that chicks don't know how to build a deer stand? Ours had a huge roof to keep the rain off and the seat swung back and forth for comfort, and the braces had a little bit of Martha Stewart touches ala hand painted side rails. I was impressed anyway.

It was an interesting day to say the least, but I have to say the most odd was trying to be sneaky sneaky through the woods, with her two cats following you like a couple of dogs. I'm not kidding. It's the strangest thing. We walk, they walk, we stop, they stop. They look up at us like, "OK, why exactly are we in the woods, in the rain?" Then I find my self whisper-yelling at them, "You guys followed us! Remember?" You know it's been a long day when you find your self having imaginary conversations in your head with a cat in the middle of the woods.

Sorry, I digress. The hunting was good. Didn't shoot anything, but saw potential. I'll keep you updated.

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