Here are some tips on what to do before charging out on Day 1 of your hunting season:
- Read last year’s hunting blog and laugh about how inexperienced you were.
- Tell yourself, “This will be the year!”
- Review videos on the gutless method of harvesting your kill, preferably while you’re eating something. This is my favorite one: Gutless method
- Tell yourself, “I can do that in 10 minutes, 15 minutes max.”
- Don’t worry about losing sleep the night before Day 1. You won’t have any trouble sleeping after 8 hours of moving, sweating, waiting, and shivering.
- Assure your non-hunting friends you do realize you’re stopping a beating heart when you shoot an animal.
- Practice whispering with your hunting partner. Start with little messages like, “They’re waiting for us.”
- Ask everyone where they bagged their elk. When they tell you, go somewhere else.
Mike and I started our Day 1 hunt before sunrise on Mt. Zion because we heard that’s
where our next meal would be hanging out. Despite my initial dread of spending a day beating the brush after re-reading my post from last year’s hunting adventures (Hunting with my Hubby), I geared up and we got to our parking spot before sunrise. Mike knew my mobility was limited since I just ditched the crutches a week ago from ankle surgery six weeks prior and convinced me we’d move at my speed.
It didn’t take long before we found our hunting rhythm, which truly illustrated “a snail’s pace.” Although we saw some signs (signs=poop) of elk having been there, we were not convinced they were still hanging
around. I don’t know what it is about constantly scanning the ground and surroundings for signs and movement, and perhaps it’s just our own constant movement at high altitudes, but the need to pee is far more frequent while hunting. I’ve said if before and I’ll say it again: There’s nothing quite like peeing in the wild. Anyway, after many hours and much hiking (and peeing) and discovering beautiful places where they “should have been,” we returned home at midday. We knew when we went back out that evening, we’d find them.
Driving back to a different starting spot on the mountain, still full of adrenaline and eager to fill our tags on Day 1, we discussed what would happen if we came across a “twofer.” Mike has a cow tag and I have a bull tag, same season, so the idea of walking into a pasture and catching a little bull-on-cow action was just too funny not to consider.
Alas, our anticipation adrenaline wore off as the sun set, and we returned home again home again, jiggity-jig, to a dinner of mac&cheese and early to bed. Clearly, Day 2 would be “the day.”
Here’s a link to my hunting epilogue from 2014 and there are several other daily posts before it. Just search “hunting” for more:
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