All RIGHT! It's about time, I have been developing vices.
Morning temperature in the fifties, cloudy, humid. Looked like a good scenting day for the OHH.
Let's go, girls and boys, ladies and gentlemen! (Remember if you click on a picture it gets much larger!)
This is about half the field!
Up the road a way, lurking with a temporarily horseless whipper in and a cereal heiress.
I might add, a charming, also HARSH and COLD whipper in. More on that another time...
So anyway, due to a fortunate technical foulup- wait, I meant fortuitous- he had no radio! It was like 2001! Or 1801 for that matter, all we had were our eyes and ears!
And surely enough, from behind us- the opposite direction from the planned draw- we heard- well, something. Coming from this ridge:
Yard dogs? Well it sounds like hounds, but, not really. Not right sounding, but dwelling, back and forth in the same area. Sounded like only a few voices but the same ones, and it is cubhunting after all. Too weak for a deer breakout, and these hounds are pretty well not a problem that way. Not enthusiastic enough for a bobcat. Possum? Random feral cat? Biscuit?
I forgot- Turkeys. Woods are full of them!
Well that was about all the excitement I heard for a long while. The other people with me went in search, and I disciplined myself to stay. Yes, I am resolved this season to try to break myself of haring off and of thinking. May as well try to control one vice...
So I tried to dope it out, and eventually did. There was cellular telephone usage, but I was already going there anyway.
Pretty day to be out...
and to whip in.
Hounds did try, but no game to run.