The end of deer season is for the birds

The last few days of hunting season were eventful in the wrong ways.

Just to the right of the stick is a deer track in the leaves.

In order for my mom to prepare and cook what she needed to for Thanksgiving dinner, I stayed home to watch O while Dad and Hubby went out for a few hours. In the afternoon, Hubby stayed home while O took a nap and Dad and I went out. The woods were quiet and calm. We didn't even see a squirrel.

Thanksgiving night, O got sick; throwing up sick, which for a two year old is a scary thing. We made the decision to not hunt on Friday morning in case he still didnt feel good. I have been criticized in the past by readers who think that in order to be a good, qualified hunter, you need to prioritize hunting above all else. I willingly stayed home to take care of my son. No rack of antlers is worth the comfort of your kid. None. It might make me a 'bad' hunter but it also makes me a great mom.

Friday afternoon, with O down for his nap, we headed out for the afternoon sit. There were fresh tracks and we knew that the deer had been around but still no action in daylight hours.

There were fresh scrapes and rubs along the usual paths. Those bucks were all around is and it was almost impressive that we had made it almost the entire season without seeing a single buck walking around. Even for Dad and Hubby who walk more than they sit, the only thing that they jumped were does.

On Saturday morning, we took to our usual spots. Hubby in T3, me in the Sky Condo and Dad somewhere in between and walking when it got bright enough.

At 8:30, I checked my phone and had received a text from Hubby hours before. He had just gotten into T3 when an owl flew down and landed on the railing in front of him. Its wings had been so wide that they came inside as it landed. Hubby jumped in surprise of the visitor and realizing that he wasn't the size of a meal, the owl had flown off to a nearby tree. We have seen owls before while we are out hunting but this was the closest any of us have been to one.

Before lunch, we headed over to the mountain to see if we could jump a doe like Dad had done for me a few weeks before.

I stood in the back of the truck and watched and listened. I reminded myself of the moose hunters that Dad and I had seen years before, who just drove the roads looking for a moose. It was a little windy but nothing compared to the previous weeks. It was a lot quieter than the area by the Sky Condo and it was nice to hear the quiet.

For the past three years, there has been a bird that follows my Dad when he comes along this roadway. If she can hear the truck, she comes to say hi. The week before when Dad was there working, she flew beside his truck as he was leaving. We had not seen her when we drove in, but as we headed out of the woods for home, she came to say hello. Dad has named her Henrietta.

She walked beside the truck as we slowly crept down the road. When Dad sped up to leave, Henrietta put her head down and started running to catch up. Dad slowed back down and she came back over to the truck. and looked at Dad. Our hunger won out and we left her there in the woods but I am sure we will see her again soon.

The guys had their cool bird stories to tell and I had nothing. I hadn't seen or heard much of anything while I had been sitting all morning.

The afternoon would be our last attempt at the 2015 deer season. And this is how my season ended: in the most cruel of ways...

Those damn turkeys! 10 of them - some with beards that reached the ground - came out of the woods and started eating the grass right below the Sky Condo. They stayed around for probably 10 minutes before lining up and walking back into the woods. I kept hoping that it was a good omen since the last time they came out, the doe and fawn followed later. But nothing came.

We ended the day by each having a run in with a different bird(s) but no deer. Dad is still muzzle loading but with the warm temperatures and rain, it has not been an idea hunting season.

So, now we prepare for 2016!

Taking Turkeys to Texas

There are a few less turkeys in Maine to hunt this year. A few months ago, Maine Inland Fisheries & Wildlife in partnership with the National Wild Turkey Federation , captured and released more than 50 birds into East Texas with the hope of rebuilding their population. “Eastern turkeys are where the restocking efforts originally began,” explained Shawn Roberts, Director of Field Operations for the National Wild Turkey Federation, “We tried in the 1920’s but it didn’t work. We tried pen-raised birds and that didn’t work either. The only thing that was successful was to trap birds and relocate them to good habitat.” “We started this current effort in the early ‘80s and we had to begin looking outside the state to see if we could get them moved in. We didn’t want to violate The Lacey Act so we had to come up with a way to compensate the states that were giving up a resource either by trading other wildlife or paying them monetarily,” said Roberts. Texas is on the very edge o

Utilizing technology to make you more aware

Staci and I were roaming around the woods on a piece of property that she knew. It was snowing and we were chasing deer tracks to see if we could find some early sheds. It was a perfect day to be out in the woods and we were relaxed and not really paying attention to where we were going. We knew the border of the property and we knew that if we walked long enough we would hit roads or the bog and find our way back. We got to a point where we thought we knew where we were but we were not sure. Staci got out her compass to take a waypoint to make sure we were going in the right direction to get back to the truck. I took out my phone and turned on OnX. Within seconds we knew where we were, where the property borders were in relation to us and we could watch the dot (that represented us) on the map move as we walked out of the woods and got closer to the truck. In another adventure, my son and I headed out on a shed hunting mission. When we got into the woods, I turned on the tracker

Where are the women?

This week, my interview with Steve at The Maine Outdoorsman went live. Steve said yesterday 200 people hit his site viewing over 500 pages. That is a lot of people reading about little ole me and hunting. Why? When I think of women who are in the general public's eye and hunt, I can think of 2 - Country singer Miranda Lambert and Sarah Palin. Why only two? Why is the female hunter such a fascinating thing? (I should probably note that I do not have cable so any and all female hunters on the hunting stations are lost to me. I'll keep it to the general public because that's what I am familiar with.) People/media were fascinated by the fact that they could get footage of Palin and her gun, shooting (and gutting) animals but I feel like the nostalgia would be lost if they had the same footage of McCain. Lambert and her hubby Blake Shelton tweet photos of their kills, and comment on what/where they are hunting. I only know this because I follow both. That's it.

and a strong cup of coffee

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