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Date:10/21/2014 6:46:17 PM
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Deer Season (My Favorite Hunt)
A year ago I wrote how late Autumn had its own particular beauty. This year is no different. The latest photo I've posted is another view of La Ferme Sabloneuse taken by my Ruthie. Even in late Autumn, this place is full of life. At the bottom of this little valley, the deer will bed down during the afternoon in order to sleep in the warm sunshine and then move north and then west through Eldest Brother David's pines and on to the neighbor's hay field. Just last week, as I was raking leaves at the homestead, Ruthie came over to take some photos. As I hauled a load of leaves down into the valley, Ruthie saw three deer run through our property and west across the road. Two hours later, as I drove westward on Caldie Road, I saw those same three deer later that evening in Caldie's hay field. The other day my Ruthie, ever observant, saw a plump doe in our front yard greedily sampling mushrooms. I checked with a knowledgeable naturalist who told me out of some fifty species of 'rooms, about thirty are edible for deer, and that they know instinctively by scent, which are good and which are poisonous. I just hope this doe decides to come out next week during hunting season.

I do not know if I will hunt this year. If I don't, it will be the first time since I was in the Air Force. Eldest Brother David will probably not hunt for the first time since he was in the Air Force some 45 years ago, due to health problems. These problems are related to the heart surgery he'd had a few years ago. He had had that surgery in the Spring. I remember his son Matt helped me plant his garden and that Summer, as he recuperated, he would sit in a lawn chair in the garden and weed by hand. That Autumn, during deer hunting, David felt well enough to sit in his stand next to the giant Oak tree in his field in back of his house. We did a drive from the South on a Sunday afternoon and as it got dark we heard a shot from David's position. When I got there he showed me where a fat yearling lay dead almost 100 yards away. Since Eldest was about all done in from the excitement and exertion, I dragged the deer to the Oak, drove David's pickup truck down there so I could use it to help me hoist the animal and used the truck lights for illumination as I field-dressed the deer. Later, as David rested and gloated in the passenger's side of his little old Ranger truck, I drove him and his deer to get it registered and then to the safety of his garage. I never got a shot that year, but I was happier and prouder to help him with his deer than if I had gotten one myself. You know, as I write this, I'm starting to think twice about not hunting this year

If I do hunt, I will spend the afternoons on the sandy hill (my own backyard) overlooking the "Valley Garden". Hopefully, any bedded-down deer will climb the hill as the sun sets. I will also keep my cell-phone handy in case Ruthie calls me to announce that that doe has come back to the other side of the hou
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