After the Hunt

I forgot just how old this thread is,...

The wood stove was put in soon after the initial post,..there were issues with insurance and the 4 foot deal...basically I needed a 12 foot ceiling, and I didn't as the I have the loft insulated at about a 10 ft ceiling,...
anyhow, all is good now...

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if its early and they havent closed for the winter my dad and i get a roast chicken sanwich, a empire cookie and a tea from the Chicken coop in greenbank. And we always used to play these two best of honky tonk CD s when i was a kid that still remind me of a saturday in october out with dad

Try their "Ecclescake" (cookies) ... instead of the Empire !

Often do pretty much the same ... but listen to Fleetwood Mac ( actually, Stevie ) or Allison Krause on the way down Hwy 12. to the Gun Club.

Deer Season ... the tenderloins come out, they get a quick marinade in a little red wine, oil & garlic then on to the BBQ. Quickly "charred" on the outside so they are still rare (medium rare at worst) and finished with a flambe of Grande Marnier, just till the alcohol burns off.

Always toast to the successful "shooter"(s) - and it's hard to get a drink of anything other than black rum, Coike & a squeeze of a fresh lime !

If someone misses - they are "bar #####" for the night ... they have to pour the shots for everyone, (when they're finished the dishes) refill the chip/peanut bowl, stoke the fire, etc., etc., etc. Such has been known to improve their aim considerably !!!
 
If someone misses - they are "bar #####" for the night ... they have to pour the shots for everyone, (when they're finished the dishes) refill the chip/peanut bowl, stoke the fire, etc., etc., etc. Such has been known to improve their aim considerably !!!


HAHA - We do something similar... We weigh all the deer we get and everyone puts in $5 the night before opening day. Biggest deer (by weight) wins the pot. Every missed shot (unless you get the animal - then it doesn't count) you just donated another $1 to the pot.
 
Every year about a month after the Moose hunt we usually have a wild game dinner. With about 50 friends or so, everyone brings a dish. Always way too much food, we tell stories and lies and tease the hell out of each other.
The best post kill party included a drunkin group cooking up some moose fry's (nuts) with onions and butter after a lot of daring and everyone in camp trying a bite, thank god I was too inebriated to remember the taste. The funniest thing is at the end of our hunt on the way home we were pulled over near Sault Saint Marie by the MNR in a type of ride program where they were pulling over every vehicle that was towing trailers coming back from hunting into weight station off the HWY. All the animals were checked for tags and firearm storage etc. The female conservation officer noticed that the bull moose nuts were missing, we told her we ate them, she told us we are lucky we didn't cut it's dong off because she could charge us with an offence because they wouldn't be able to identify the ### of the animal. I don't know about you but the huge rack would give it away for me.
 
Depends where and how we are hunting. I've had some pretty good celebrations on top of mountains wiht no booze. I've also had some celebrations that involve lots of beer, in a garage or shop or freezing our as off on a porch.:)
 
Fried liver, onions and apple the night of a deer kill if I'm not coming home right away.

Then I bring the other half of the liver home for the same again with my wife.
 
A small sip of a good single malt after field dressing a deer. Tenderloins grilled as soon as the deer is hung and skinned.

One I really miss:
A quick trip to the New Dayton watering hole for a few beers after a day of pushing birds or folding a nice Mule Deer. Unfortunately, the hotel burned to the ground a few years back. I sure miss that place.
 
So do any of you have any traditions, or I guess habits for after the Hunt.
I know that after big game hunting, (If I got the animal) and quite often after duck hunting we have always had a few drinks over at a buddy's garage. Just sit around and rehash and rehash
from all different perspectives how the animal was seen, shot, dressed, etc etc etc:):):) It is just one story, and will be repeated a hundred times and then lead into other stories, and by about 930pm or 10pm we're all glowing pretty good, smellin like a mixture of sweat,booze,gunoil, gas, meat and guts, have told a thousand stories, about 400 lies, and at least 20 stories that have been told so many times, we may just as well put on a tape recording and sing along. After that we make our ways home,(refusing "just one more", which we didn't refuse 2 hours earlier when we tried to leave the first time) , tell the story another hundred times to anyone we meet and will listen on the way home,and then again to the wives and girlfiriends.
Finally, a good hot shower and pass out.

I haven't had this since I left Alberta and Newfoundland, but next week I'm puttin in a woodstove in my double detatched, and hoping to turn my garage into the afterhunt "storytellers den".

Not sure how insurance is gonna be about it though....
Ah well, worse case, there'll be a surcharge...well worth it!


My tradition exactly to a T since i started hunting with dad when i was 14.
My dads special tradition he has started is bringing a drink of malibu rum and some sort of citrus mix to share amongst everyone around after a big game kill, it makes that drag back tot he truck or walk out in the dark much more surreal and fullfilled feeling for a job well done.
 
Well, it isn't much, but it is an old ritual that we try and follow, you know, for the sake of tradition. It is performed at the end of the hunt, well after the sun has set.

With the head of the prey spiked high above the centre of the pyre, our naked bodies adorned with the blood and offal of the quarry, and wearing a cap made from the still - feathered skin of a grouse, we whirl like dervishes 'round the growing flames (to the strains of the bukkehorns) while offering this prayer to Diana, Goddess of the hunt.

Lovely Goddess of the bow!
Lovely Goddess of the arrows!
Of all hounds and of all hunting
Thou who wakest in starry heaven
When the sun is sunk in slumber
Thou with moon upon thy forehead,
Who the chase by night preferrest
Unto hunting in the daylight,
With thy nymphs unto the music
Of the horn-thyself the huntress,
And most powerful: I pray thee
Think, although but for an instant,
Upon us who pray unto thee!

Like I say, it's not much, and we are missing the nymphs (nymphs are hard to come by these days), but it is a tradition. After that, we usually drink, toast and tell great lies about the hunt.


Sharptail
 
The tradition at my deer camp is that after the deer is hung back at camp the shooter breaks open a bottle of scotch, pours everyone at camp a small shot, tells his story of taking the deer (sometimes more than one story) and then everyone toasts the hunter.
 
Well, it isn't much, but it is an old ritual that we try and follow, you know, for the sake of tradition. It is performed at the end of the hunt, well after the sun has set.

With the head of the prey spiked high above the centre of the pyre, our naked bodies adorned with the blood and offal of the quarry, and wearing a cap made from the still - feathered skin of a grouse, we whirl like dervishes 'round the growing flames (to the strains of the bukkehorns) while offering this prayer to Diana, Goddess of the hunt.



Like I say, it's not much, and we are missing the nymphs (nymphs are hard to come by these days), but it is a tradition. After that, we usually drink, toast and tell great lies about the hunt.


Sharptail


Sure glad you didn't mention the 2 V's (virgins and volcanoes) - we don't want to give away ALL the secrets to a successful hunt...
 
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