Well, this season's much anticipated (by me) hunt trip turned into a huge fiasco.
First, my neighbor was kind enough to invite me to join him and his friends on a Moose hunting trip. I was very grateful for that as all my hunting buddies have moved back to the lower 48 and I've been doing fruitless solo hunts ever since.
They left a week before I could as I had to cover my store and, the day before I was to leave, they came home successful which was great for them and meant I had to come up with a plan B. Initially, I was going to hunt the RC-860 registration hunt on the Taylor highway but when I looked at the emergency orders, I found it had been closed before it even started so, I decided to go up to the Taylor highway anyway on a solo hunt and try out the any bull season there. I had bought a new truck tent (see pic below) and was anxious to try it out. The tent worked beautifully but the air mattress was a horror story. It filled most of the truck bed which, at first, seemed like a good idea but it didn't leave anywhere to actually stand or kneel that was a solid surface. If anyone has ever tried to arrange clothes for the morning, crawl into a sleeping bag and get it zipped up to protect against the very cold nighttime temps while on an air mattress, you'll know why a arthritic, somewhat overweight guy with bad knees would have trouble. Oh yeah, I have a blown disc in my back and the first night on the air mattress set that off again.
But enough about me. How about the other 47 ATV's traveling on the same trail I was on? I went out on Monday before the season started to gather some firewood and scout for a place to sit and within 5 minutes there were 6 guys that went past me. The other guys in camp were all great guys and nobody partied all night and all were friendly enough. I just wasn't sure I liked having that many guys in the woods when they probably knew where they were going and I had never been there before so I was somewhat handicapped.
Now back to me.
The part that finished it? On the morning of the opener, the heater wouldn't light, I was in near agony with my back and when trying to get dressed in the tent in 25 degree temps, I ended up with a big time charlie horse that I just couldn't get rid of. That's when I did something I have rarely done and I gave up. Just gave up. Six hours later I had the camp completely packed up and I jumped in the truck and drove over 300 miles back home.
My father told me this would happen eventually and, while I knew he was telling the truth, I'm having to face the fact that my hunting days might just be about over and I'm not feeling to good right now. I live for hunting season.
Two months of planning, one month of preparation and a year's worth of anticipation and this photo is all I have to show for it.
Thanks for letting me vent.