- Location
- The Conservative part of Ontario
This goes back to when I hunted with another guy out of a small tent.
I phoned him up, a the day before we were to leave and told him I was really sick, and asked if he still wanted to go.
He told me he took so many pills for his condition that he never got sick, so off we went.
I was in terrible shape, I'm sure I had a temperature, headache, puking the whole nine yards. Any doc would have declared me insane and locked me in bed. But I had to hunt, it's just something I never miss.
I'm sure some of you understand, the time we have to hunt big game is very limited, if you miss it, you have to wait another year.
It was moose hunting season, and we had calf tags only The area we were hunting at the time had a very small chance at an adult tag, we failed to draw. We were hunting from a tent, and strung up tarps to form a cook tent across the logging road from our sleeping tent.
My nose ran constantly, sinuses clogged. I finally drove out to the small local store in search of cold meds. Buckley's was all they had, so I bought the king size bottle. (I'd never tried it before) OMG was my first reaction to it. But it grows on you when you're sick, and before long I was gargling with the stuff.
My memories of that season are not great, I remember hanging my head over the side of the cot so my nose would drain and I could breath at night. Days were better, out and about in fresh cold air.
It was harder than usual to get out of that warm down bag in the morning, but, with the help of a little Coleman tent heater, fired up for half an hour before rising, I managed.
The cook 'tent' was unheated, except for a tank top heater we used for a toaster, and kept under the steel table so we could have a bit of warmth while we ate breakfast with gloves on. You ate fast or your eggs were cold, and bacon stuck together with cold grease. The cold wind flapped the tarp walls of the 'tent' and seemed to blow through unhindered.
No moose that year I think, but I did manage to shoot a bear. By the time the week was out I was fine.
I phoned him up, a the day before we were to leave and told him I was really sick, and asked if he still wanted to go.
He told me he took so many pills for his condition that he never got sick, so off we went.
I was in terrible shape, I'm sure I had a temperature, headache, puking the whole nine yards. Any doc would have declared me insane and locked me in bed. But I had to hunt, it's just something I never miss.
I'm sure some of you understand, the time we have to hunt big game is very limited, if you miss it, you have to wait another year.
It was moose hunting season, and we had calf tags only The area we were hunting at the time had a very small chance at an adult tag, we failed to draw. We were hunting from a tent, and strung up tarps to form a cook tent across the logging road from our sleeping tent.
My nose ran constantly, sinuses clogged. I finally drove out to the small local store in search of cold meds. Buckley's was all they had, so I bought the king size bottle. (I'd never tried it before) OMG was my first reaction to it. But it grows on you when you're sick, and before long I was gargling with the stuff.
My memories of that season are not great, I remember hanging my head over the side of the cot so my nose would drain and I could breath at night. Days were better, out and about in fresh cold air.
It was harder than usual to get out of that warm down bag in the morning, but, with the help of a little Coleman tent heater, fired up for half an hour before rising, I managed.
The cook 'tent' was unheated, except for a tank top heater we used for a toaster, and kept under the steel table so we could have a bit of warmth while we ate breakfast with gloves on. You ate fast or your eggs were cold, and bacon stuck together with cold grease. The cold wind flapped the tarp walls of the 'tent' and seemed to blow through unhindered.
No moose that year I think, but I did manage to shoot a bear. By the time the week was out I was fine.
