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       I wanted to teach my daughter to deer hunt after years of yummy venison steak and deer burgers.  Eager to learn, on the last day of rifle season two years ago, she got her first lesson. B efore we stepped foot in the timber, she and I came across a dead 11 pt buck lying in tall icy grass. This buck was frozen solid. F reshly preserved. There was nobody to call to find out about it. I had to explain the morals of hunting she'd never experienced. Deer run off all the time and this one hadn't escaped the bullet, the hunter lost track, maybe too dark to see it, frustrated and tired, gone home. It’s only speculation. Being frozen now, the meat would still be good. We left it overnight, returning at daybreak, put my husband's strong arm to use. I tagged it, checked it IN via my phone app. Ed and I cut it and carried it 1/4 mile to the truck in sections. 'My' buck would not go to waste to feed coyotes or a big kitty.     In following years, Ed and I drove t

2013  One warm afternoon during bow season we opted for the hour drive to hunt  Urich Conservation Area   prior to gun season's crowd chased off all the  deer..... By then it would be futile to hope to have even a modicum productive deer hunt in that small area .   We loaded the Jeep with his climber stand and the ground blind I use, also an assundry of other supplies necessary including the small homemade deer cart. The usual mass mayhem of traffic kept us from making significant speed toward our hunting area that beckoned.       Pulling in the long gravel road my heart sank seeing another truck parked at the lot. Takes a lot to rile him, no surprise Ed displayed nothing.  As we gathered our gear the other hunter walked across the field toward us, Ed greeted the young man while I was immersed in my gear in the back seat. I was wishing I hadn't so much to carry on my back and the weather would cool down. The men were exchanging typical "how's the huntin'

Wind gusts up to 25 mph forecast that weekend ... I thought that may be too much of a challenge.  I jotted notes in my iPhone as I hunted. Tebo Arm, Truman Lake Nov. 7 It was a very chilly start with a light glaze of frost on the windshield. I had awoke with a whopper of a headache so I hunted in the nearby timber behind the motel. A headache, one sure sign obviously the weather was changing; I hiked slowly and medication eased my headache somewhat. The squirrels busily digging and jumping from tree to tree, i t was a gorgeous day. Towards  noon I got hungry yet I still wanted to explore. I ventured into the field, it had appeared at a distance to be withered soybeans but as  field of  deer beds I reached the edge of the timber, I saw it was a weed field. It had deer beds and paths etched throughout the tall grass tossing with the wind.    I turned back and stepped on something hard. I pushed the leaves aside and buried in the le

BOW HUNTING, EARLY NOVEMBER Wind gusts up to 25 mph forecast that weekend! I thought that may be too much of a challenge..  I jotted notes in my iPhone as I hunted. Tebo Arm, Truman Lake Nov. 7: It was a very chilly start with a light glaze of frost on the windshield. I had awoke with a whopper of a headache so I hunted in the nearby timber behind the motel.  I hiked slowly and medication eased my headache somewhat. It was a gorgeous day, the squirrels busily digging and jumping from tree to tree.  Nearly noon I got hungry; I still wanted to explore.  I ventured into the field, it had appeared at a distance to be withered soybeans but as deer beds field I reached the edge of the timber, I saw it was a weed field.  It had deer beds and paths etched throughout the tall grass tossing with the wind.   I turned back and stepped on something hard.  I pushed the leaves aside and buried in the leaves was evidence of a thief.  A big padlock and heavy gauge cord