My 2019 Experience

Better late than never, given that this is a reflection of 2019 coming in April 2020.  Since I've got some time, I thought I'd write about some thoughts I had during the close of last deer season.  As many of you can tell, I didn't write much during 2019.  During 2019, I was going to school full time, working 2 part time part time jobs, got engaged to start the year, married in August 2019, and have a baby on the way due May!
Needless to say, I didn't have much time to be an outdoorsy person.  That's not to say I wasn't outdoors.  I still went fishing, hunting, hiking, just not as much.  I went with some close friends to Hanging Rock State Park and had a blast, hiking and dipping into waterfalls to cool off.  I took a day trip with my family to a park up in Virginia where it rained cats and dogs on us halfway through a 3 mile trail.  My honeymoon in Ashe County, NC, and my wife and I hiked and fished at sites like Mount Jefferson State Park and New River State Park.
During the fall months, if I wasn't working, I was at school.  Sometimes, I was working at school as a tutor for my community college.  My first hunt didn't come till October during fall break.  I got my first deer of the year on November 17th, my youngest brothers 7th birthday.  Ironically, I think every deer I've ever shot, save maybe one, has come during or after mid November.  That story can be read here.
I had one evening where I had 5 or so deer in front of me three different times while I was hunting on the ground, sitting by a tree.  They got to within 20 feet of me several times.  Sadly most weren't big enough to shoot, and those that were, came when there were too many eyes close by for me to comfortably move.  Sitting so still never took so much effort.
My last hunt of the year was on the closing day of the season.  I had some luck, saw a few deer to start, then nothing.  After some still hunting, I came upon some does near the corner of a field, and one caught my eye.  A nice doe, perfect.  I stood up to shoot, the problem facing me, was that I was having to be offhand, nothing to rest on.  As I put the crosshairs on the deer, a good 75 yards from me, I paused.
And I thought of everything surrounding that moment.  I thought of the adventures I had that year.  Exploring parks with friends and family, having my siblings come over and help me with retrieving a deer from the woods.  Starting a new life with my wife and being on our own, yet still being close to family.  The experiences I had with my few hunting trips during the year, the crazy things that happened.  Sitting beside the fireplace on winter evenings and feeling content.  It's amazing what can happen in split seconds, all the emotions you can feel, even when looking down a scope at your target.
I was been blessed beyond belief that year.  God was good to me.  A man once said there is "a time to kill, and a time to heal."  This deer would live.  Sure, I had an offhand shot that  wasn't easy, and I could make it, but that wasn't the point.  Sometimes, it just doesn't feel right.  Sometimes, the right thing to do, is just to enjoy the moment and reflect.  Not every shot has to be fired. 

Lucky 7's

Well, spoiler alert, one isn't so lucky.  However, I couldn't help but realize the crazy coincidence of this story.  I had been watching a buck on this one property, whom I considered naming Lucky 7, but hadn't decided on it yet.  He was a nice 7 point, very active in the area I was looking to hunt.

I decided to see if I could pattern this buck.  He wasn't the biggest one on the property, there were two massive 8 points on the property too.  But this guy showed up the most so I thought I could give this one a shot.  I hunted in October during my college fall break in what seemed to be a secluded buck haunt, no luck.  That and the fact that with no treestand this time, the tree root I sat on gave me a lot of discomfort so I wasn't out as long as I'd like to have been.  I would hunt soon after, no luck, I saw three does but they decided to turn around before they would get in bow range.
November 17th was my little brother's 7th birthday.  After a lunch celebration, I decided with some prodding from my wife, to hunt some that evening, even though I'd be getting out later than I'd prefer.  I set up near a field, but didn't see anything after a while, so I decided to still hunt some.  I had gone about 60 yards, and stopped near a tree.  Light was starting to fade when I hear the familiar crunching sounds of a deer walking.  It was to my right, and the way I was facing I knew I'd have to shift my whole body in order to possibly get a shot.  Not only that, but there was an old fence that was between myself and the deer, so I'd have to stand up as well to make sure the bullet cleared the fence.  So I've got some things to work out here.  I notice the antlers now, it's the seven point.  Keep in mind, I had thought of naming him, never officially did.  I waited till he was behind a big tree to shift myself to face him.  He stopped and looked, hearing the leaves rustle from my movements.  Now came my biggest challenge, having to quickly stand up, look through the scope, aim, fire, before he realizes what's happening.  And deer are usually pretty quick at realizing danger.  He clears the tree, he's now full broadside some 20 yards from me, I jump up and aim, place my crosshairs on his shoulder, and fire.  It all happened so fast, but surprisingly, so slow.  He took off running, crashing just out of sight.
I decided to track him down with the help of my siblings, birthday boy included.  They enjoyed it very much.  It was an easy tracking job, the hard part was getting him out of the woods.  But they helped me with that even.  Be it helping drag the deer or lighting the way for us to walk with flashlights.

My siblings who came out and helped

Birthday boy!

A seven point, on my brother's seventh birthday, on November seven-teenth, how's that for ya?  Yeah  I get it's not a perfect 777, but it's close enough!  He ran out of luck before I could even name him Lucky 7.  But, maybe that is a fitting name.  He may have run out of luck, but I think I had some on my side that day.

Montana, Part 2

Up from Yellowstone and Wade Lake we went, to the wilderness of Glacier National Park.  Unlike Yellowstone, which has a great system for handling high traffic, Glacier is packed in the places you can park, not to mention there's only one main road in the park.  That is, one road that stretches all the way across it, there are other roads that cut into the park but they do not connect.  And for good reason:

                           

Good luck getting a few connecting roads through that...but beautiful scenery.  Don't let the parking scare you away, if I had to choose, I would go back to Glacier over Yellowstone in a heart beat, believe it or not.

The park has, if I recall, 700 miles of trails in it.  Fishing the the mountain creeks and lakes, glacier overlooks, and enough hiking to last you till your feet came off!  The first day in Glacier, we went to Avalanche Lake, supposedly a two mile hike.  What felt like 10 miles later, we made it to the lake.

The lake is mostly inhabited by cutthroat trout.  It's shallow for the first couple feet and then drops to 40 feet (as I was told), very quickly.  The water is so clear and blue, surrounded by mountains, it was fantastic.  However, me and my floating line were presented a problem.  How to I get my flies to sink?  Turns out one trout made sure I didn't have to worry, as he kept coming up for bugs on the surface.  I made a perfect cast to where he had been feeding and put a beetle right in front of him.  Side note, if you've seen The Lego Movie where Batman tries to hit the button with his batarangs, and tries about a 100 times, that was me attempting the perfect cast.  Not gonna lie.  Might have taken me 10 attempts, not sure.  Anyway, he took the beetle, and I was able to bring him in, a trout from a high mountain lake in Glacier National Park:

That's a Captain America shirt, not Cowboys

If you want to fish surrounded by great scenery, Glacier, in my experience, second to no one.  Behind me are cold mountains with snow on them...in August.  In front of me, behind the camera, is a cliff face with waterfalls that are feeding into the lake.  It's such a majestic place.

We spent a couple more days in and around Glacier and Whitefish, but sadly, we had to leave.  There was so much more to explore, I merely got a taste of what's there, and I want to go back.  There's a small lodge on top of a ridge that makes a for a good place to take a break on a 7 mile hike, only to walk the last 4 miles almost all downhill for a total of an 11 mile hike. That was a rough last 4 miles.  But there was so much to see and explore, pull off trails leading to Glacier overlooks, Two Medicine Lakes, Many Glacier, so much to see, so little time.  It was sad moment for me as we lifted off from Bozeman airport.

Until next time Montana.

On the banks of the Missouri River

Montana: Part 1

It's nearing dusk as the wind starts to whip the surface of the water.  I had to move to a protected area to have a hope of casting any distance, or at least have the wind help my cast versus push against it.  My little ultralight pole with a 6 pound mono wasn't quite the gear you'd imagine for this fishing, but it'd have to do.  My weedless spoon out in the water, all I could do is wait for a bite.  And I got one.

Around early to mid June of 2018, my parents and I planned a special trip for me for a location of my choice.  My choice of location: Montana.  Montana has been on my bucket list for a while, mostly for an elk hunt I want to do in the future.  But Montana also has some great scenery and fishing, so that also added to why I wished to come up.  I bought my license, got my gear ready and packed, and a day after my summer college semester ended, we headed out.

We stayed at a house overlooking Wade Lake in south-western Montana near the (apparently world famous, I would find out) Madison River.  I didn't know at the time, but it's famed for it's trout and for it's "50 Mile Riffle".  A river or stream is normally broken up into natural riffles, runs, and pools caused by the flow of the water.  Riffle is fast, shallow water.  Run is a steady flow of deeper water.  And a pool is slow moving water deeper than the run.  However, the Madison has a riffle that is nearly 50 miles long.  Unless I am wrong, a riffle that long is almost unheard of.  No matter, it was fun to fish.  I didn't have any luck there on the chances I had, but that's ok, I have a feeling I'll be back someday.  I did see a really nice trout, but that's not quite the same as catching it!

The Madison River, this is part of the 50 Mile Riffle

Wade Lake was an interesting one.  I fished it with my spinning rod versus my fly rod.  I did manage to catch a nice rainbow there, but during the day a lot of the shoreline was crowded, as it is a good kayaking/paddling lake, and has a campsite.  Which does make it a good weekend vacation spot I'd say.

Wade Lake Rainbow

While down in southern Montana, we visited Grand Teton National Park and Yellowstone National Park.  The views in Grand Teton were amazing, and I would definitely go back there.  Yellowstone, was also a great destination, though I think it felt different compared to the other national parks I've been to since the traffic and commercialization of the park have affected it in some ways.  A great place to visit, yes, but if you ask me, I'm probably going to Grand Teton and Glacier National Park(s) before Yellowstone again.  But, you won't be disappointed with any of them.

View of Grand Teton is the far left peak

Next up, Glacier National Park!

Drury Outdoors Video Highlight

How's hunting going for everyone?  NC Central rifle season starts tomorrow!  Even so, I'm still tempted to try with my bow.  Maybe I will.  We shall see.

Anyway, this is the highlight I have for today.  The video is from Drury Outdoors Heartbreaker series. 

It truly is a hunting heartbreak.  To chase a deer so long and to hope for a even better deer the following season only to have the deer die of disease would really disappoint.  But, this is hunting.  Not all stories end in success, and this is a great example of a great story that still had "a silver lining".