Once again this year I was fortunate enough to make the opener of the deer season on Tug Hill. I don’t believe I have missed Opening Day in over 50 years now, except for a couple of years fighting the Cold War in Europe. Too far to commute.
This year we had one of those rare opening weekends when the weather was perfect: sunny but cool, still some leaves on the trees for color. It is always great to get together with family and old friends, even a few new ones, and enjoy some stories, good food, lots of laughs. The deer hunting is just an excuse for being there, and if you harvest a few deer, as we usually do, it is a bonus. I’ll post a few photos later. Our bud John even had an encounter with a trio of bears, as rare on The Tug as a DEC Officer.
Of course, as I get older, my circles keep getting smaller. I used to enjoy stalking the ridges and slipping thru the swamps, meeting the whitetail on his own grounds. Now I mostly sit in a treestand for a few hours, hoping someone will chase a deer by me, but not really upset if it doesn’t happen.
I know that I am going to hear from some folk who are anti-hunting, anti-meateaters, anti-nature, and all that. Been there and done that. Just don’t criticize me and I will do the same for you. I’m sure I could convert you with an afternoon in the woods on a sunny autumn day, and afterward a hearty dinner of venison steaks with mushrooms, onions, mashed potatoes, and gravy. It just doesn’t get any better, and I hope I can be there for 50 more years, or at least a few.
What really irritates us is the growing number of “hunters” who patrol the rural roads at night and shoot the deer from their trucks. Even that unsportsmanlike activity could be tolerated if they had starving children at home, and they took the venison home and used it. There are too many deer, and not enough hunters any more. But more and more of these night stalkers just leave the deer lie, or sometimes they cut out some choice steaks. The rest remains in the field. Some day we will catch them. It just doesn’t make sense.
Perhaps the idea is to shoot every deer they see and hope that one is a buck that they can hang in the front yard. Antlers are even harder to see in the dark, so there are a lot of mistakes.