One eye sees, the other feels. ~Paul Klee
...Continued Our Hunting Adventures ... New York Continued
New York hunting always starts before Pennsylvania hunting, which increases our odds of filling the freezer with meat. In Pennsylvania, the first day of buck is the first Monday after Thanksgiving. The day of excitement! Generally speaking, most schools in Western Pennsylvania give kids that Monday off, simply because a lot of kids hunt, including Kyle.
The Saturday before hunting season started this year, dad had me and Kyle went to the property where dad hunts in Green County. What town? I have no clue where I was except we had to pass through Waynesburg to get there. All I knew, we had to take down yet another tree stand, and move it up hill. Up this steep hill. Up the steep hill with no clear path. Did I mention it was up hill and the hill was steep? Plus the ground was soft and muddy, which didn't make the move easy. Once dad picked his new spot, (sometimes that takes a while for him to evaluate his surroundings and pick the perfect tree) I had to get back in the tree stand and secure it. I'm actually getting pretty good at it especially after What It Takes to Move a Tree Stand and What It Takes to Move a Tree Stand ... Continued.
Now for the directions to my pre-chosen hunting spot, courtesy of dad. The old man wanted me to find the tree stand before hunting so I was acclimated to the area. Actually, great idea! He also wanted me to physically sit in the tree stand, ensuring it was stable and secure. Ok, good thinking! Now for the directions to the Directionally Challenged, Dad said:
Follow this path up and at the large poplar tree make a left, go up the hill and off to the left you'll see the tree stand facing uphill.
Again, there wasn't really a clear path. And, in a forest full of trees, which I'm sure there are more than one poplar tree, I had to find a big one. What kind of directions are these? Granted, it was daylight this time, but still sometimes looking for a black camouflaged tree stand can be tricky. Again, Ryan must have came down from heaven to point out the tree, because when I saw it, I knew that was the one dad was referring to. At one point, Kyle trekked up to see what I was up to, and I could tell he was given the same instructions. Luckily, he saw me in the tree and made a straight path for my stand. When we left together, Kyle questioned, "Is that the big poplar tree pappy was talking about?" I laughed and said, "I guess so."
You think these types of directions are rare? Nope! Even up by my parents house dad's directions include, "Out by the big poplar tree." and "Over by the huge oak off the bank." and "Beside the birch trees" and so on and so forth. Dad's lucky I usually can identify the trees, but not always. I didn't work in the woods my entire life like he did. To dad, each tree is as unique as a street sign.
Monday, the first day of buck in Pa.! I will admit, it was a long day. Not only did it take us about an hour and a half to get to our hunting spot in Green County, plus the return trip, but we had to basically make our way up a cliff in the mud to get to our tree stands. With every step uphill, we slid back two. My tree stand, which used to be Ryan's was furthest up the hill, past dad and Kyle's hunting spot. I'll give dad credit, I'm in reasonable shape and my breath was labored walking up the path through the woods and handled the trip like a champ. Good old Kyle was huffing and puffing along the way.
Usually the first day of buck is exciting, not this time. There was almost no one hunting, which means no one pushing the deer either. I did see a couple of doe up further on the hillside, but again we were only allowed to shoot buck and they had to have two points plus the brow point. Dad and Kyle saw NOTHING! Boring!
On a side, there were a bunch of turkeys making another ruckus. Not as many as Our Hunting Adventures ... New York but enough to bring a smile to my face.
Kyle always seems to make the days interesting. One of the trips to see me, he came straight up in my tree stand, pushed me aside and plopped himself down. It look like he just set up camp! We were both cracking up, just because he seriously is so funny!
Then, I could tell he couldn't wait to share his experience with me, probably because he knew I would get a kick out of it. Which I totally did!
Kyle started by saying, "Well, Aunt Heather let me tell you about my morning."...
Here what happened to Kyle, seriously funny! Our Hunting Adventures ... Pennsylvania - Green County
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