Monday, December 4, 2006
Deer kill...
Blair, did you happen to keep any buck hair or skin with hair
attached for bucktail tying?? Oh man, also, I'll trade you some
rock for some deer meat??!!
-G
attached for bucktail tying?? Oh man, also, I'll trade you some
rock for some deer meat??!!
-G
Trout fishing with a GLOCK
So Blair, if we planned a trout fishing trip on a premier river in West Virginia this spring, would you be able to carry your GLOCK to save us from any bears trying to eat us after having our trout for an appetizer?
The Vegetarian Deer Slayer
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........
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........
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