I write articles from the weirdest places and today I am sitting at the edge of a friends field in the bright sunshine hoping for more geese to come in. Embarrassingly enough for my age, today I got my first goose. I have rarely had the opportunity to hunt them and the couple times I did I didn’t get one. But today I’m out with my dad hunting and that’s all that really matters.
> Moose season just ended and I was lucky enough to get invited to go to two different camps, one for archery and one for rifle. I didn’t get to go to hunt- just went to cause trouble. Sometimes I think I just get to go so they can feed me alcohol and what I get into that day, but honestly they’re great groups of friends that I hunt with and work with all year round and I can usually sell them some ammo or guns while we’re there. I don’t think I have ever gone to a camp without delivering something from the store or picking up something on the way home.
> This year some of the kids came off and on and Marlin the puppy dog spent most of her time at one camp as well. It was not supposed to be a competition as to who could cause the most havoc but it might be a close call as to would be named the winner. A very good attempt was made by my daughter who demonstrated her version of an airport cavity search (luckily with clothes on) outside the camp and just happened to be in front of a sliding glass door and everyone was watching and laughing. Marlin tried her best and ate a box of Kleenex, tried to go to bed with everyone then sulked in the corner when she was dragged back out and every chance she got took off next door to go see her basset hound boyfriend. Their mother isn’t known for being the best behaved either. I got told more than once I was too loud, my clothing choices were constantly questioned but the morning I tried to catch Marlin chasing her around the neighbours yard and deck in a towel at 7am probably takes the cake.
> Sometimes it gets very wet in Moose season and I am pretty confident this year was the wettest a wet year could possibly be. It rained and rained and the clothes were wet, the beds were wet and in my case all of the above including the house was wet. You see I decided to bring my inflatable hot tub into the house for the winter. I started filling it up and got a call that a moose was down and to bring everyone to see it. So I got my DD (that I have invested 17 years of raising into which has finally paid off) and off went the whole family to the camp. We delivered some dry clothes, saw the moose, ate as much as heart and liver as we could, had a couple drinks and went home. Now my abilities to cause havoc are not limited to just at camp, my trouble making does not discriminate based on location. About 3 hours after we left to see the moose we returned home. The kids opened the door and there was a whole lot of screaming about water. I guess when you’re filling up a hot tub the goal is to fill the hot tub-not the entire basement it is in. Hours later the mess was cleaned up but years from now it will still be funny.
> That’s the thing about hunting seasons- it doesn’t matter if the weather is gorgeous, if it rains or if it snows so much you pray you’re going to get your truck out (or pulled out and we had to do once when a whole yard of massive trucks had to be pulled out after we woke up to a foot of snow). It is not about what you get-it’s about who you were with, the stories you can tell, the ones you can’t and the ones you wish everyone would forget!