Neanderpundit

Just getting ready to start cutting it up. I have the workmate handy, just in case I need to have a place to put my coffee cup.

I have finally reached equilibrium on my gear.
I have discovered that no matter how much money I spend on camo clothes, none of them are warm enough. I’ve bought some pretty spendy stuff but it’s all more or less the same, and I’m damned if I’m gonna spend $400 on a jacket I wear fifteen days a year.

So here’s the routine:
Layer 0
Underwear, teeshirt (long sleeve).Knee length purple socks (trust me on this)
Layer 1
Longhandled underwear (I prefer silk, seems to work best). Sweatshirt. Long cotton socks, underwear tucked in socks
Layer 2
Tight fitting jeans. Longsleeve oxford shirt. Long cotton socks, jeans tucked in socks
Layer 3
Camo pants (or loose fitting jeans). Day-Glo orange hoodie

Sorel boots. Carhartt coat.

I have gloves like these and a dayglo balaclava that round out the ensemble, and I carry a Jon-E warmer.

This allows me to sit perfectly quietly in the most miserable damned cold. I was like this friday, and if I have on three pairs of socks I’ve found that I only have to keep my fingertips warm to stay warm, and I was doing fine. I saw a couple of deer wander out of the treeline and RUN through the crunchy crusted snow to get to the end of the field directly in front of me, and I took off my gloves. I held the cold rifle in my now-naked hands, and rested it on the rail in front of me. I started to get cold toes, and I immediately had to pee.

But the deer was there, in front of me. SO I sighted, and waited.

I learned that I hate chasing after wounded animals, and you can shoot the heart clean out of an animal and it will run a half a mile, I witnessed this with my own eyes a handful of times. So i tend to try to shoot the spine out. No animal will move with his nervous system unplugged. I sight in on the spot above the sholder and drop him. He’s gone by the time I climb out of the stand, and I start breathing again. I apologize to him for not making it more instantaneous, and for the suffering he had, and glad that it’s over, I start dragging him back to where I can get him with the truck.

And now I have to put him in the freezer.

Here’s a pic.
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I’m done posting here due to some dickless snotbag who got all huffy the last time I posted, but this needs to be said and I’m surprised some of the god damned net geniuses haven’t figured this out for themselves yet.

The. Government. Can’t. Fix. This. Economic. Problem.

As a matter of record, they’ve only made it worse with their, “The sky is falling!,” speeches. Fuck you big government, and get the hell out of my way.

First off, Capitalism only works when folks choose to participate. When they choose to stand on the sidelines and wring their hands, the sky will fall.

We control this recession, depression, boom, bust, what ever the fuck you want to call it.

We control our destiny. The US Government does not.
In other words, when in doubt, empty your clip.

With that said, I’m going to go buy myself a brand new Chevy pickup truck. God knows, I’ve held off long enough. The real, honest to God fact is, if you buy, you support, and in turn others buy, they support. Companies feel safe, and they rehire. Life is a circle my friends.

Join it or die.

Adios Cocksuckers!

I was beginning to think I’d forgotten how to hunt.

I had given up on hunting at Kingsbury, and Jasper-Pulaski was just too damned far away. I had ridden out the rifle season, no luck at either place OR at the slough.

And then, at a dinner given for the wife and her bingo-operationg cohorts, I talk to one of our parishioners that I see every weekend but rarely speak with, and he tells me his nephiew has a small piece of land he leases.

I can afford the lease, and I go talk to the guy. We make arrangements, and I’ve been there every spare minute for a week.

It’s very nice, because nobody ios shooting at me, nobody else is around, in fact, and there are a powerful lot of deer.

Weather is nasty, so they seem to be staying where I can’t shoot at them, of course until Wednesday when the frontstuffer failed on me.

This morning,I was backing out of the driveway when the power went out. So I stuck around until it went back on, just in case I needed to load up the fireplace. By the time power went back on, it was too late to do a morning hunt.

So I went out this afternoon, and sat in the blind, mostly thinking about tomorrow, and a little bachelor herd wandered out of the treeline.

In the last several days, the deer have stayed close to the treeline, but tonight they practically ran into my line of fire. I sighted in on the first one, which was also about the biggest one, and dropped it.

I didn’t kill it instantly, which upset me, but it was dead very quickly. And the White Hunter made short work of it.

So now I have a deer, which has broken my couple years of bad luck. And I have a place to go back next year and hunt all three or four seasons.

Nice.