Sorry that I don't have any pictures to tell the stories of my fishing chronicles from the Windy Gale. Last Tuesday I embarked on a solo fishing adventure to the Jimmy Rivah Bridge. Stoked from hearing about Greg's fishing trip, I was excited to hook into some nice rocks. However, my day was filled with disappointment. No fish, not even one hit. I returned home only to clean the Windy Gale and prepare for a busy week of work here on the Plantation.
On Saturday, the park hosted the annual Southern Heritage Deer Hunt. I sprung out of bed at 3am to start a 16 plus hour work day. Shortly after we got all of the hunters to their stands Chippokes Plantation State Park began to sound like Iraq, gun shots everywhere. Hearing these shots made me think two things. One, these hunters can't shoot. Or two, we are going to have to process a lot of deer. Well against my wishes and hopes, Wendy's warning to all the deer in the park to leave before the deer hunt, did not work. We began to bring out deer after deer to be processed. By 11 am 16 deer were killed, and by the end of the day at 5:30 25 deer were harvested from the park. Since this hunt is a special hunt, we also butcher the deer for the hunters. Having to Butcher 25 deer takes a long time and requires team work. At first I refused to butcher the deer, it's just plain disgusting! By the end of the day I was soo tired and wanted to go home I sucked it up and skinned 5 deer. Covered in blood and hair, I turned into another person. The sound of ripping skin, strange sucking noises and cutting these deer did not affect me at all. I rallied and got the job done, I was able to go home sometime close to hour 17.
Although Saturday had some pretty disgusting events, it was also a pretty awesome day. It made me realize how much I love my job. As a Park Ranger you never know how your day is going to be. Canoing up the creek to find a half alive deer stuck in the mud (needed to be shot by my gun when I arrive), being covered by deer parts, squeezing Doe nipples to see if they are milking or just drinking coffee by the fire.
I hope to go fishing later this week........
All lanty hell, this is where a few bubbas are gonna do some talkin about some dang fishin!
Monday, December 4, 2006
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2 comments:
wow - sounds like a wild day - so I want to know - did you go looking for that deer stuck in the mud- or were you just on patrol in the canoe? I have extreme confidence in your shot placement since you are an excellent marksman - so I can immagine how that ended - but did you have to pull the deer out solo in the canoe? talk about an upper body work out...
DUDE Blair, did you save any buck skin with hair!?? Bucktails???
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