I laid down for a bit last night and got up at 10pm to check the light. It seemed ok, even though there was a bit of overcast. I got my gear and headed out.
I had hunted this place eons ago, and had not been back calling since. I quickly realized that I was the first vehicle in there in a week. The only other man tracks were from a snow mobile and he was not stopping anywhere.
I found a place to hide the truck, got my gear, and set up. I started my old homebuilt car cassette caller in cooler at 10 minutes past the hour of Midnight.
10 minutes in and I realized it was not that light, but I could still see well enough to use the shotgun. The rifle really was not going to be an option. Just after that, out of shotgun range, a form materialized from my side of the trail and crossed. Just before entering the far woods, out of shotgun range I might add, it stopped, but only briefly. The old heart picked up about 6 notches at that point. It disappeared into the woods. My guess is by size, movement, and how dark it looked that it was a fox.
I kept the cassette rolling. 30 minutes later, it went staticy as the tape ran out. I don't think I ever ran through one side of a tape before. I did a quick and silent change on the tape, and got it rolling again after I had completed a sweep with the red light to be sure I was not being scrutinized.
What nice evening and a great place to hunt from. I could see up and down the trail from my hideout, and on the other side of the trail across from me was a small meadow that extended about 50 yards away from the edge of the trail. I placed the caller out the whole 50' that the wire would allow me to.
45 minutes into the game another shape appeared on the trail beyond where the first had been. It walked the edge toward me and stopped. I'd guess it was around 150 yards out. I slowly picked up the light, and the eyes glowed yellow/green. I had no way to hold the .22-250 and the light, so let the light back down easy. The form drifted off into the woods. It was hard to tell, but I kept thinking it was a lynx.
Once again I ran out of tape, this time about 20 minutes after the second apparition had come and gone. I turned off the machine and let the world rest. 20 minutes later I was up, and quickly pulled my gear and left.
I drove further up the road, and realized it was getting too dark to adequately see. I knew of some good meadows and fields, and did not want to ruin the chance to cover all of them with the shotgun and rifle. I decided to head for home. I was 150 yards short of the first set when I came around a bend and jumped a big lynx. Ohhhhhhhhh. He/she/it was drop dead gorgeous, and gone in a blink. Oh well, that's why it's called hunting and not shopping.
I got home and set the alarm for 7:45, and my head hit the pillow at 2:45. I am headed out now for round 2, anxious and ready to see what this day brings. Even though the moon is out, it is still covered by clouds. I'll get out and be ready for the day to dawn. Whether I bring home fur or not, the start of my season has been rewarding already. What a night!