No Gut Pile

Guess who's back.

Rabenstrange's back.

He's back again...

On Tuesday we headed over to the Cascades and across the plain in my uncle's 4WD truck, pulling his 5 ton camp trailer, to Cheney, Washington. It seems that Mother Nature didn't approve of us mascaraing Bambi and his family because the weather and roads were terrible. After seeing a few flipped over semi's, a host of cars littering the ditches, actually watching a semi jackknife and seeing an SUV spin off the road and roll landing upside down we decided not be roadway Rambo's and spend the night in a rest stop. The next morning, we were able to continue our excellent adventure without significant difficulty from Mother Nature. I guess Bambi ate the wrong plant and ticked her off or something.

We hunted in two locations but none of us got to shoot a dear. I wasn't particularly surprised. While Uncle Chris and Dad seem to know what they're doing, I don't. When I was sneaking through the woods I sounded like a garbage truck with mis-installed snow chains. Not only am I noisy, I'm not very observant. I didn't notice the sound of a woodpecker until Dad pointed it out. Oh well. I guess the woods will be gut pile free for another year. (If you would like to see a gut pile click here.)

Despite getting no deer we had a great time. In the evenings we'd sit in the trailer, eat and watch Lord of the Rings. We watched all four, Wednesday – The Fellowship of the Ring, Thursday, The Two Towers, Friday – The Return of the King and Saturday – The Lord of the Beans. Speaking of beans, we made a huge pot of baked beans on Wednesday night. From that point on, air quality in the trailer went steadily down hill.

So that's my excuse for not posting for the last week. Of course for all you know, I could have been sitting on my lazy bum reading sci-fi novels the entire time.