Deer 3- Kris 0

They say if a hunter manages to be successful in the first FIVE years you have an addict. I'm really hoping we'll find out if that's true.

I started this blog to, well, journal my experiences as a hunter in the northwest. Quick background: I wasn't into hunting until this year. When I thought about hunting previously I always thought the only "fair" hunting would be to use a bow. Now that I've been out there a few times, I'm not sure that napalm is unsporting. In all seriousness my mom was the only parent in the house and she was very anti weapon of any kind and the way my brother and I argued and fought, I really can't blame her. Plus we weren't exactly rich. I recall that my brother wanted to go on a snow camping trip with his scouting troop and she begged and borrowed nearly every piece of clothing and equipment that he used. We saw firsthand how expensive some of this stuff can be. So, there wasn't really a budget for good boots and clothes that would stand up to being in the elements while keeping yours truly warm and happy. I do recall her saying a few time "ick!" when the subject of hunting was brought up and even now she's reluctant to have the topic brought up. As a result of her anti-hunting stance I was also anti-hunting, anti-guns, etc. because I didn't have any other exposure AND to bring up the topics would have just caused a (another...) fight between me and mom. Though I knew a couple of guys in high school who hunted I sort of felt kinda guilty by associating with them.

I can't really say what changed my mind. Maybe it was to explore the unknown, to find out some truth for myself. So this year I bought my first gun. Mostly just to have one around to learn about them. I took beginner home gun safety, beginner rifle, beginner shotgun/trap shooting. I was hooked. I'm currently looking at the 6 rifles that don't fit in the gun cabinet.

Knowing very little about hunting, I bought a bow. I went to hunter education (it's mandatory for folks born after Jan 1, 1972 in Washington). I learned that being a bowhunter has a slightly smaller chance for success, but a MUCH smaller chance of being shot by a rifle hunter. My wife said that her dad told her when she was a kid that there were "too many drunk rednecks out in them woods with guns!" That didn't stop his hunting (and I'm not calling anyone a drunk redneck- that's just a quote). I'm a fan of hunter orange and I keep a vest in my pack, even when I know I'm the only person in the woods. I'm not a fan of the stories in the local media about "hunters" accidentally killing themselves or others during modern firearm. Don't get me wrong, in terms of sheer numbers of guys in the woods with guns, I'm sure the % chance of being injured or killed is extremely small.... but if it bleeds, it leads and the news media loves a good killing. As for my part in hunting, I know that it's because I want to be several more links up the food chain. I know that meat does not come in plastic wrapped styrofoam containers. But so far, that's the only way I've been able to get it. Heck, it was a big deal for me to learn how to cut up a whole chicken into fryer pieces.

So here's the year to date:
Sept 14/15- Went out in Unit 624 and saw one doe but she had moved over the hill I was on. My partner was too far away for a shot and he didn't actually see her, so whateryagonna do. We found a souple other sopts with lots of sign and we did some driving around looking for places to hike in. 67 mosquito bites on yours truly the first day. I was determined to investigate bug repellant.

Sept 27/28- this was an evening hunt followed by a morning hunt. Not a lot of time. I sat in one spot for a while and finally decided to get up and walk around. I spooked a fawn and followed her into the trees. She looked at me, cocked her head to the side and went back to eating... then she looked up and walked away real slow. I guess that's a success...

Nov 19- Late opener. I was in the field at 7AM- 10 minutes after open. I decided to look for sign and I found several bedding areas and even some fresh poo. I followed some trails looking for beds, but nothing. I stopped for lunch and to do soem homework and a guy came up to the trail at about 2. He says the spot is usually good, but he had a tree stand back in the deeper woods while I was doing some spot and stalk. He wasn't dragging outa deer when he left and I didn't hear a ruckus, but who knows.

Next stop: Eastern WA with my brother over Thanksgiving. It'll be muleys this time but I don't really care. I'm not eating "tag soup" my first year out. If I'm still not successful then I'll have to wait for school to be out, but then I'll be hunting around Christmas... we'll see how it goes.