Huntography has changed my views on hunting forever but not in a good way. Yesterday, I killed my second buck of the season and because I didn't have any footage of the actual shot, I attempted to make up for it by shooting a slew of replay footage which I compiled into a video. I figured that a whole bunch of landscape, grass, and tree shots would prove to make a video that could rival Rudy's gem when he captured the harvest of my first back three weeks past. A lofty goal, I know but since I am an individual whose expectations are rarely met, being too outlandish for a normal person to reach, I figured I could make an interesting video about hunting without ever actually showing any hunting being done.
In my dream of dreams, a person wielding a high-definition camera was waiting in the woods as I approached the tree line that separates a larger field from the woods where my ground blind sits. In this fantasy, the camera would swing over to where the silhouette of a buck shown black against the foggy morning. A quick shot of my unbelieving face would shortly be followed by the slow, methodical lift of my muzzleloader, seemingly by itself, to my shoulder. Deftly, with much cunning and accuracy, I would take the fatal shot. The camera man (or woman, he or she would be shrouded in camouflage, just a bush of a person holding a camera. Then again, maybe it would be some sort of foliage that has the ability to hold up a camera and inherently know exactly when a hunter is in its midst. Yes, that's what I need, a photosynthatic videoagrapher) would force his image-capturing device past the plume of gun smoke to show that the deer had fallen exactly where I had shot it. I would rejoice, thank my TC Muzzleloader for doing all the work, and then retreat from view. The forest-dwelling camera man (or plant, whichever proves less conceivable) would then give me the film file on a flash drive, fall back into his wooded home, and never he heard from again. Until, of course, I need another perspective for my hunting adventures.
Unfortunately, none of the above occurred except for the harvest of my second and final buck for this season. The video that can be viewed below covers everything that happened that morning, from the 23 minutes I spent in the grounds to the struggle it took to get my second buck extracted from the woods. I do hope you enjoy it, even though I don't blame you if you prove it too excruciating to watch and just fast-forward to the five minute mark where the footage of my buck begins.
I have a lot more to say about this whole hunt but for some odd reason, my writing flow today has diminished to a tiny trickle and is threatening to dry up. This may be in large part due to the fact that I still must butcher the majority of the meat we pulled from the buck, clean the mountain of dishes in the sink and scrub my entire house because rain makes our trio of canines into ambulating mud puddles.
Since I have your attention, I'd like to end this post by wishing you and yours a very safe, happy, blessed and delicious Thanksgiving day. For the first time in three years, it looks like DU and I are going to be opting out of hunting Thanksgiving morning. We will be dinning with family and while we have time to hunt, as my extremely lofty (if you think my expectations are outlandish for videos, they are nothing compared to the insanity that surrounds my plans for cooking a large table of food, a feat which I have yet to even think about let alone execute) plans for cooking Thanksgiving dinner were extinguished when we were invited to DU's aunt and uncle's homestead, we have no need (let alone freezer room) for more deer meat. Hence, we will have the luxury of sleeping in, eating tons and spending the day with loved ones.
Unfortunately, none of the above occurred except for the harvest of my second and final buck for this season. The video that can be viewed below covers everything that happened that morning, from the 23 minutes I spent in the grounds to the struggle it took to get my second buck extracted from the woods. I do hope you enjoy it, even though I don't blame you if you prove it too excruciating to watch and just fast-forward to the five minute mark where the footage of my buck begins.
I have a lot more to say about this whole hunt but for some odd reason, my writing flow today has diminished to a tiny trickle and is threatening to dry up. This may be in large part due to the fact that I still must butcher the majority of the meat we pulled from the buck, clean the mountain of dishes in the sink and scrub my entire house because rain makes our trio of canines into ambulating mud puddles.
Since I have your attention, I'd like to end this post by wishing you and yours a very safe, happy, blessed and delicious Thanksgiving day. For the first time in three years, it looks like DU and I are going to be opting out of hunting Thanksgiving morning. We will be dinning with family and while we have time to hunt, as my extremely lofty (if you think my expectations are outlandish for videos, they are nothing compared to the insanity that surrounds my plans for cooking a large table of food, a feat which I have yet to even think about let alone execute) plans for cooking Thanksgiving dinner were extinguished when we were invited to DU's aunt and uncle's homestead, we have no need (let alone freezer room) for more deer meat. Hence, we will have the luxury of sleeping in, eating tons and spending the day with loved ones.
Happy Thanksgiving to each of you!
I am so thankful for every one of you who visit this blog with any semblance of regularity.
HLYH and The Writing Huntress exist simply because of your support, a fact that humbles me daily.
May God bless your family, filling your bellies with good food and hearts with the joy of the season!
1 comment:
Congrats on your buck! And keep at it; you'll get that video
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