- Location
- Saskatchewan
I had a really nice day today and thought I'd share...
- got up early and made a few phone calls to arrange for a hunter education class wrap up, this Saturday in a neighbouring town. As class instructor I should be able to graduate at least a half dozen new hunters when we're done.
- loaded up my truck with my hunting dog, and a rifle and a shotgun, and took off for a 3 hr drive to deliver my first wolf pelt and first otter to the tannery. They were both taken this winter on the trapline owned by an old school and hunting buddy from my home town, what a privilege to be fast friends after all these years AND designated his assistant trapper!
- stopped in at a nice little gun shop in Tisdale, bought some reloading components ( even a brick of scarce primers) and had a chat about shooting wild pigs with a local hunter/farmer.
- toured the tannery in Carrot River, had a nice visit with the owner and looked at lots of cool hides including exotic furs and capes from Africa and Canada's North
- stopped in at Bill Schiller's knife works and arranged to take a knife making class from the master himself next winter. Viewed and handled lots of exquisite knives and exotic materials like mammoth tooth ivory for handles...
- stopped at a local municipal office/ town office / post office to ask about hunting wild boars, was given a couple phone numbers and a map to look at, and lots of friendly advice by the lady running the place.
- talked to several farmers about hunting their land, was welcomed in every case, (but nobody saw any pigs recently)
- managed to navigate a few washed out spring backroads, scouted several promising spots where wild boars were rumoured to be hanging out, took my faithful dog for a couple of walks in the sunshine, and even saw some old pig tracks, but no fresh pig activity.
- on the drive home, watched several large skeins of snow geese leapfrog each other in the stubble fields, feeding on spilled grain from last fall's harvest.
- stopped to stalk a flock a few KM's north of home in a hilly area, my dog actually stayed properly at heel throughout the stalk in a hilly pea stubble field. A fresh bunch flying in to join some feeding on the far side of a hill spooked the ones on the ground as we approached, but since we were coming in down wind they flushed towards us in "doable" range and I scratched down a big fat blue phase snow.
- My aging but versatile hunting dog ( a Pudelpointer ) named "Bear" was not steady to shot, but made the long retrieve flawlessly to hand.
- I returned home to slice the warm flesh off the freshly killed goose, stir fried some with onion and fresh mushrooms, opened a nice bottle of Shiraz made with the assistance of a hunting buddy, and settled in to a simple, but fine meal.
- I'm happy!
- got up early and made a few phone calls to arrange for a hunter education class wrap up, this Saturday in a neighbouring town. As class instructor I should be able to graduate at least a half dozen new hunters when we're done.
- loaded up my truck with my hunting dog, and a rifle and a shotgun, and took off for a 3 hr drive to deliver my first wolf pelt and first otter to the tannery. They were both taken this winter on the trapline owned by an old school and hunting buddy from my home town, what a privilege to be fast friends after all these years AND designated his assistant trapper!
- stopped in at a nice little gun shop in Tisdale, bought some reloading components ( even a brick of scarce primers) and had a chat about shooting wild pigs with a local hunter/farmer.
- toured the tannery in Carrot River, had a nice visit with the owner and looked at lots of cool hides including exotic furs and capes from Africa and Canada's North
- stopped in at Bill Schiller's knife works and arranged to take a knife making class from the master himself next winter. Viewed and handled lots of exquisite knives and exotic materials like mammoth tooth ivory for handles...
- stopped at a local municipal office/ town office / post office to ask about hunting wild boars, was given a couple phone numbers and a map to look at, and lots of friendly advice by the lady running the place.
- talked to several farmers about hunting their land, was welcomed in every case, (but nobody saw any pigs recently)
- managed to navigate a few washed out spring backroads, scouted several promising spots where wild boars were rumoured to be hanging out, took my faithful dog for a couple of walks in the sunshine, and even saw some old pig tracks, but no fresh pig activity.
- on the drive home, watched several large skeins of snow geese leapfrog each other in the stubble fields, feeding on spilled grain from last fall's harvest.
- stopped to stalk a flock a few KM's north of home in a hilly area, my dog actually stayed properly at heel throughout the stalk in a hilly pea stubble field. A fresh bunch flying in to join some feeding on the far side of a hill spooked the ones on the ground as we approached, but since we were coming in down wind they flushed towards us in "doable" range and I scratched down a big fat blue phase snow.
- My aging but versatile hunting dog ( a Pudelpointer ) named "Bear" was not steady to shot, but made the long retrieve flawlessly to hand.
- I returned home to slice the warm flesh off the freshly killed goose, stir fried some with onion and fresh mushrooms, opened a nice bottle of Shiraz made with the assistance of a hunting buddy, and settled in to a simple, but fine meal.
- I'm happy!
