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Last Saturday I woke up early excited about the drive hunt I was going to participate in. Got dressed in my hunting gear went outside to a cold crisp morning slightly overcast with fog lying close to the ground. Grabbed my gun and extra bullets climbed in the truck and hit the road it was a 30 min ride so I lit up a Partagas Churchill I had in the humi. Isoms are not always my favorite but this one was a good breakfast I drove along the tank trail admiring the fall colors in the early morning thinking about the day ahead. These drive hunts are by special invite only and I was happy sometime someone will get lucky and shoot 5-6 deer on one of these .I was just happy to have gotten invited and hoped to see some animals the smoke curled in front of my face smelling spicy and went well with the scenery. I pulled up to the meeting point still puffing away greeted the forester and the other 100 or so hunters enjoying my smoke. Five min later still puffing I heard them start to blow the horns 10 foresters lined up blowing a welcome to all the hunters was a wonderful sight very traditional like something from medieval times. Many hunters had there dogs with them and they were braying along with the horns excited to get started. All the hunters stood to one side and the drivers to the other forming a v with the horn blowers in the opening quite a sight so early in the morning. About that time I finished my smoke the head forester gave us the rules of the hunt and we were escorted to our seats tall seats made out of native wood about 10-12 feet up in the air.
I climbed my seat ate a sandwich waiting I soon heard the bray of the dogs and the whistle of the drivers coming my way I sat up and got my gun ready. Ten minutes later here came a doe and her calf about 150 yards away walking along a berm to my left no shot yet waited until they were parallel to me about 90 yards and as soon as I had a clear shot. My cross hairs settled on the calf just behind the shoulder I could see through the tree branches Bang he jumped once and laid still. The doe ran off I sat 2 more hours seeing nothing till the horns blew soft notes through the afternoon breeze signaling the end of the hunt.
I climbed down checked the animal and lit up a celebratory cigar a Rocky Patel vintage 1990. I walked to my car quite happy stowed my weapon away and strolled up to the tank trail puffing my cigar enjoying every minute of the day sun low in the sky cool breeze blowing . I looked down the e trail and there was a spike buck just watching me smoke away so I sat down and we watched each other for a few min till he snorted and wandered into the woods. The forester rolled up with a trailer and we loaded up the animal to bring it back to the meeting point were they lay each animal out. After laying it in its place we give it the last bite a twig of spruce in its mouth 70 deer were shot that day with 20 Russian boar and 15 little deer. We all lined up and the horn blowers started to play their final salute to the animals that had passed that day it was night now and the setting was lit up by flaming tree trunks standing on end lighting up the scene. Drove home smoking the last of my vintage 1990 it had burnt out and realized this may have been almost the perfect day.
P.S I know i cant spell
I climbed my seat ate a sandwich waiting I soon heard the bray of the dogs and the whistle of the drivers coming my way I sat up and got my gun ready. Ten minutes later here came a doe and her calf about 150 yards away walking along a berm to my left no shot yet waited until they were parallel to me about 90 yards and as soon as I had a clear shot. My cross hairs settled on the calf just behind the shoulder I could see through the tree branches Bang he jumped once and laid still. The doe ran off I sat 2 more hours seeing nothing till the horns blew soft notes through the afternoon breeze signaling the end of the hunt.
I climbed down checked the animal and lit up a celebratory cigar a Rocky Patel vintage 1990. I walked to my car quite happy stowed my weapon away and strolled up to the tank trail puffing my cigar enjoying every minute of the day sun low in the sky cool breeze blowing . I looked down the e trail and there was a spike buck just watching me smoke away so I sat down and we watched each other for a few min till he snorted and wandered into the woods. The forester rolled up with a trailer and we loaded up the animal to bring it back to the meeting point were they lay each animal out. After laying it in its place we give it the last bite a twig of spruce in its mouth 70 deer were shot that day with 20 Russian boar and 15 little deer. We all lined up and the horn blowers started to play their final salute to the animals that had passed that day it was night now and the setting was lit up by flaming tree trunks standing on end lighting up the scene. Drove home smoking the last of my vintage 1990 it had burnt out and realized this may have been almost the perfect day.
P.S I know i cant spell
