So the patch of bush was perfectly rectangular with logging roads as boundries . On the logging roads , looking out , lots of open country but in the middle it was thick as jungle .
The roads were parrallel , about 600 yards apart and 1,000 yards long so it was decided that my Dad and both brothers would post on the roads while i bird dogged and tried to push moose out .
It was around the first of November so naturally we were all dressed for cold hunting but that weekend , by some freak of nature it went into 80 degrees . I entered the bush at about the half way point between two roads so each one of them was about 300 yards from me and headed the long way , about 1,000 yards to the other end . I'd didn't figure that i needed a compass shot as i could see a high ridge at the other end so no problem walking up the center .
The bush was so thick that i lost sight of the ridge within 50 yards and within 100 yards i was sweating hard . By 500 yards i had drank most of my canteen and my outer parka was starting to soak with sweat , my glasses were fogged up and i could wring sweat out of my hat .
Something had to go and i decided that the something had to be my longjohns . I placed my hat on a branch hoping it would dry out and hung my glasses from another branch , propped my rifle up against a tree , took my boots off and started to undress .
The air felt good as i stood there in my shorts and i wiped the remaining sweat off my body with my longjohns and then put them in my pack . I decided to have a smoke and give my hat a chance to dry and let the rest of my body airdry and as i lit up , i heard it .
It was a wolf whistle like the boys will do when a good looking girl walks by . At first i didn't realize what i'd just heard , thinking that it may be an animal so i reached for my glasses to scan the area .
I heard the whistle again and here i was , standing in my shorts , hair matted down to my head , having a smoke in the middle of nowhere and about 100 yards away was another hunters whistling at me .
I instantly started to sweat again , not from overheating , just flat out embarassment . I quickly dressed and made my way to the other blaze orange jacket and thankfully , it was one of my brothers .
Turns out that since losing sight of the ridge i had been veering north and almost walked right out on top of him . Turns out that minutes before i took my longjohns off , he had taken his off but there was no one there to watch him and that's probably why i didn't spot his blaze orange jacket . Turns out that the dirty rotten pricked watched me undress and waited until i was down to my undershorts to whistle to get the maximum embarassment effect .
He's told several folks that i'm the best moose hunter on the planet 'cause i'll run moose in November stark naked . I wasn't naked , i had my shorts on and if it's the last thing i ever do , i'm gonna pay that dirty rotten prick back .
The roads were parrallel , about 600 yards apart and 1,000 yards long so it was decided that my Dad and both brothers would post on the roads while i bird dogged and tried to push moose out .
It was around the first of November so naturally we were all dressed for cold hunting but that weekend , by some freak of nature it went into 80 degrees . I entered the bush at about the half way point between two roads so each one of them was about 300 yards from me and headed the long way , about 1,000 yards to the other end . I'd didn't figure that i needed a compass shot as i could see a high ridge at the other end so no problem walking up the center .
The bush was so thick that i lost sight of the ridge within 50 yards and within 100 yards i was sweating hard . By 500 yards i had drank most of my canteen and my outer parka was starting to soak with sweat , my glasses were fogged up and i could wring sweat out of my hat .
Something had to go and i decided that the something had to be my longjohns . I placed my hat on a branch hoping it would dry out and hung my glasses from another branch , propped my rifle up against a tree , took my boots off and started to undress .
The air felt good as i stood there in my shorts and i wiped the remaining sweat off my body with my longjohns and then put them in my pack . I decided to have a smoke and give my hat a chance to dry and let the rest of my body airdry and as i lit up , i heard it .
It was a wolf whistle like the boys will do when a good looking girl walks by . At first i didn't realize what i'd just heard , thinking that it may be an animal so i reached for my glasses to scan the area .
I heard the whistle again and here i was , standing in my shorts , hair matted down to my head , having a smoke in the middle of nowhere and about 100 yards away was another hunters whistling at me .
I instantly started to sweat again , not from overheating , just flat out embarassment . I quickly dressed and made my way to the other blaze orange jacket and thankfully , it was one of my brothers .
Turns out that since losing sight of the ridge i had been veering north and almost walked right out on top of him . Turns out that minutes before i took my longjohns off , he had taken his off but there was no one there to watch him and that's probably why i didn't spot his blaze orange jacket . Turns out that the dirty rotten pricked watched me undress and waited until i was down to my undershorts to whistle to get the maximum embarassment effect .
He's told several folks that i'm the best moose hunter on the planet 'cause i'll run moose in November stark naked . I wasn't naked , i had my shorts on and if it's the last thing i ever do , i'm gonna pay that dirty rotten prick back .
