Great White Hunter
Posted by Jeff Id on November 21, 2011
Well the air is ice cold and the animals are hard to find in Michigan’s upper peninsula. That doesn’t mean that the company isn’t great and the effort isn’t there. For all our efforts, the camp saw dozens of doe a few bucks and some good fun. I’ve been asked if we drank the time away. While there is some alcohol at our camp, the atmosphere is more serious than that. Stands, scents, methods, and long periods of very quiet time in the woods. The trip consists of, walking until you are tired, moving firewood, showering outdoors, clearing spaces for blinds, hiking followed by black-capped chickadees landing on your equipment, snowy owls, partridge, squirrels, cyotes etc.
I would recommend that everyone spend several days in the cold weather watching wilderness by themselves every year. Self discovery, separation from our modern life and time spent in a different mode of existence are seriously undervalued in today’s world. My hunting skills rival those of most engineer basketball players (I don’t intentionally play basketball) but it is a good time full of learning. It is amazingly difficult to sit still on a painfully cold morning and hope you don’t make too much noise for the wildlife. When you get it right, your immediate neighbors are numerous. A good snow/rain and the silence becomes incredible.
In all, the weather variations were tremendous. T-shirt weather followed two days later by 8 inches of snow.
I like to tell my wife how bad the food was but one night we had salmon on a cedar plan(c)k. on another we had beef steaks, so it kind of messes up my story. Perhaps honesty is a bad policy in this case.
By the time I went home I had seen a lot of un-shootable dear, eaten a lot of food and was very ready to get back to work. Still, there is this unshakable sense that the incredible stupidity of the modern world can’t get me down.
I saw no shootable deer but a ten point walked shamelessly through camp the day before season started. My dad was talking with Mark (another hunter) who was explaining that in the past two weeks he had seen not one deer. They were talking outside when a huge beast walked by. “There’s a deer”, dad said. Mark tore down the road with a bow in his hand and came close to a shot when the deer crossed the road but no dice.
Later I asked if the deer walked through camp with its tongue out but deer with an attitude don’t normally live to grow 10 points in the UP of Michigan.