by, 09-Nov-2011 at 01:38 (414 Views)
Apologies to all you furries, but... *loads rifle* It's huntin' season!
This coming Saturday is opening day of deer season (for modern firearms) in Missouri. Every year for the last decade or so, my dad and I have hopped a plane to Tulsa, Oklahoma (where some family lives), then made the several-hour drive to a small farming town in southwestern Missouri (where some more family lives), then set up "camp" (several bedrooms in said family's house).
As a kid, I used to hunt deer while hiking in the mountains of central Washingon. I also, fortunately, never shot anything, as getting a deer carcase out of some of the places we hunted would have required a helicopter! Hunting in the relative flatlands of Missouri is altogether different. My uncle and his farmer friends have erected half a dozen permanent tree houses, another half-dozen portable metal platforms, and will set up few "ground blinds" (camouflage tents) the night before hunting starts. Then, every day for a week, we'll hunt for four hours in the morning and three hours in the afternoon. When a deer is downed, extraction is a straightforward one- or two-man drag to the nearest road. Then it's off to the town's butcher to get all manner of steaks and sausages made. Om-nom-nom!
More often than not, though, the only shooting I'll do is with my camera. Unlike my dad, who won't hesitate to take that 75- to 100-yard shot, I generally wait until a deer walks right under me. I've never missed, but that's not because I'm a good shot! If I see a deer passing at a distance, I'll grab my camcorder. That way, at least, I never go home empty-handed.
Hunting season is also diaper-free. After joining ADISC, I'd told myself that this would be the year I "padded up" before walking into the woods (not "marking my territory" by bushes and trees would probably improve my chances of seeing a deer!), but it was not to be. The more I thought about it, the more I imagined my normally-carefree vacation turning into a paranoid search for places to dispose of diapers. So...
I leave on Thursday. Wish me luck! (Both with the hunting, and coping with diaperlessness!)