Mike,
The competition for work looks very tight for the upcoming year. I went to
a mandatory walk-thru for the Soldiers Monument at the top of East Rock:
eighteen bidders and that was the first of the two dates. Last Friday, I
went to another walk thru for a building in Fair Haven (Bid Bond,
performance bond and $75k deposit required, 32 bidders. Not to mention many
small sub.'s with only 5-10 years experience, cannot afford the insurance
premiums. Unions holding their own at Yale, (Restoration Masons: $92/hr,
roofer: $78.)
My brother was down from Vermont and could not believe his eyes: In the
field sixteen doe, with two four point buck, 19 turkeys and about 100 geese,
all side by side. At dawn we had a pack of six, very healthy, coyote walk
twelve feet from the kitchen window.
All this, 6.6 miles from the New Haven Green.
Buck, Buck.
Leland
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Subject: [BP] bare necessity
As more unemployed get dumped onto the jobs market I have to compete more
and more against guys working out of a pick up truck; and so putting meat
on the table this year is not so much a luxury as it is a necessity the
following took place last Saturday..
...I am wishing everyone Happy Thanksgiving if all goes well I will Be in
South Carolina Thurs for turkey ..and DEER
bare necessity
Two hours into the deer stand and I have to take a dump; I feel a movement
coming on and it ain't Beethoven 5th ; its the 125th street express and its
making no stops from here to Hohokus .
Sadly I have to climb out of my stand
and I m beginning to feel like Elmer Fudd; for hunters if there is anything
that is unprofessional and will to scare off deer for a half a mile around
its the essence of human scat Since the dawn of time it announces the
presence of hunters to the hunted and I should have known better But since
the brown bear is at the cave door I have little choice .
Scouting the nearby possibilities I find several rolls of hay side by side I
can manage wedge myself in between to muffle its delivery.
I am lucky I have Tp ....and the hay rolls are absorbent with the sweet
smell of summer grass and will cover the stench somewhat as I do my
business The rolls of hay are hard up against a nearby wood; I abandon my
rifle atop one of the rolls; and assume the position; just then in back of
one of the far rolls, back in the thick of the woods I hear deer moving
through the nearby under brush; but to reach for my rifle now will spook em
; to reach for my pants swimming around at my ankles will also spook em In
this type of hunting you must be perfectly motionless ....
I do the next best thing. I silently reach for my side arm an antique 30
caliber automatic Mauser .....with a fixed ammo box .....Its called a Broom
handle; a type you would have seen it in the old Charlie Chan movies as it
was a very popular side arm world wide from the Boer war until the
development of the 30 "s Nazi Luger or Walther P series .
I carry it in an old battered horse leather shoulder holster from the first
war; it slides out black and sleek nicely gleaming; its dull sheen glistens
as its antique wooden grip finds the perfection of the hand There's no time;
the deer are on the move. I cock the weapon The high rolls of hay are
momentarily absorbing the stench but I can see just enough over them to see
white tail and horn through the thick under brush at about 25 yds and
closing There is nothing so beautiful as horn in sunlight Broadside and
right in thick trees suddenly they halt; they are picking up the awful
scent and the penny is dropping ; I have to make an executive decision and
make it fast
....The whole morning has been a complete bollix anyway; first no deer for
two hours and now here I am bare ass and freezing with pants at my
ankles.;knickers in a terrible knot waving a Charlie Chan pistol at some
deer I can't see Oh .....what the hell. What's life if we don't take
chances I didn't come all the way out here just to put one through the hoop
and freeze my ass off ; .....its now or never to flush em into the open if
I hum a rock at em it will just give me away My only chance is to fire one
shot just behind them in hopes they charge forward.
Its been my experience that deer often become disorientated by close firing
just like they often jump in front of automobiles; they often run right at
shooters when the firing is close with no time to waste; I take aim behind
them and squeeze the trigger.
The 7.63 mm Mauser cracks the air; its smooth action is lighting fast and
its missile rips at a limb as it ejects the brass casing high into the clear
crisp early morning air of the forrest The deer bolt forward and take off;
I am astounded as they are as they break into the open much more quickly
than I anticipated. Bare-assed and backwards .......I am hopelessly facing
the wrong way They bolt past my bales of Hay before I can turn and fire;
Excited I turn to fall on to one of the bales behind me; but my ankles are
knotted so I just fall like a condemned man naked from the waist down on my
tummy while trying to take aim
This was not without incident because the sudden fall of my torso forward
found the only piece of stout straw to parry and glance at my midships.
The excitement of the sight of the deer and being impaled at the same time
called for some high pitched furious invectives while uleashing a crazed
wild
shot from the automatic
Since the deer aren't exactly sticking around and posing for pictures. I was
forced to hold back the tears and put the mauser to work on the two big buck
white tails leading the pack for the protection of the second wood The
7.63 mm barked to life, and luckily the first buck came down spledidly with
a hit to the shoulder ; I got off a another shot at the second buck but
the hollow point went high; when just then the first buck got up to run
again I squeezed once more and the huge 160lb white tail crashed to the
Forrest floor and stirred no more.
It was all over; One buck down , a doe and a buck gone Like a five year at
Christmas I struggled to put my pants on but the legs were so tangled I had
to take em off; to put them on Ive never taken a deer with a pistol before
;nor doing it bare ass ;so I am sure there is first and a moral to the story
out there somewhere
I field dressed the fine 6 point from the bough of an oak tree and put him
over the hood of the all terrain 78 CJ 5 Jeep to snake in and out of the
woods to get back home . My little girl was happy We will have fresh meat
for thanksgiving .......Py
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