Saturday, October 24, 2009
Bow Deer
Here I sit awaiting the arrival of the original hunter, the man of wool, Maine fishing guide and exhaulted leader of the family clan . . . my Dad. with archery season now in full swing not even pouring rain will stop the dedicated (perhaps foolish) from investing time trying to stick a whitetail. Make no mistake about the precipitation, it is currently raining cats and dogs! I let out a muffled chuckle as I layer on the rain gear as I know that even wrapped in plastic I have no hope of staying dry. My watch indicates that his imminent arrival approaches . . .
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Here is sit with the munchkins watching Blues Clues assessing how much rain and wind can actually be delivered in Maine for 4 consecutive Saturdays...
ReplyDeleteNot being able to partake in the world of sea ducking is something like trying to overcome nicotine withdrawals...
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DEDH
Wildlife in Maine...we are lucky. It's not like this everywhere.
ReplyDeleteI like to think I can handle just about anything mother nature can throw at me but, I will admit that rain is my nemesis. I absolutely hate rain.
ReplyDeleteGood Luck to ya and try to stay dry.
DEDH,
ReplyDeleteOnly a few short weeks till Duck Power is reunited for what is sure to be an amazing weekend! Sea ducks, Puddlers, grouse, deer . . . What is a hunter to do! Take care!
AM,
ReplyDelete)Ou are certainly correct. Over the years I have traveled extensitely and would find it difficult to hang my hat anywhere but here in Vacationland!
RK
ReplyDeleteSaturday was everything I hoped it wouldn't be. Dad was late, rain increased to torrential and the deer were not to be seen. Oh well, you got to take the good with the bad and a bad day hunting is still better than a good day at work!