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DSN_KLR650@yahoogroups.com, Lou wrote:
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> At 03:03 PM 3/22/2009, Jud Jones wrote:
> >I wish states that love deer would just put bounties on them.
>
> How about a mere 15% reduction in property taxes for those citizens
> public-spirited enough to go forth and reduce the deer population every fall?
>
> (Hunting's a terrible burden and responsibility but somebody's got to
> do it, or the Wildlife Management people won't have a paycheck any longer.)
>
2008:
My son and I failed miserably at our civic duty. We had two tags left over at the end of the hunting season.
shrug.
It was not all bad.
Between us, we did kill 7 does, and put the meat into the hands of tribal 'elders' who were short on protein.
Tags cost $115, and I gathered a comment from my son,
"Dad, I can't imagine doing anything better than this" just moments before he killed his first deer, and second one as well.
The last two tags were going to be for our freezer...and then work/wx got in the way of our extracurricular civic duties. Start earlier next year.
We have the good fortune of living in an area where we can be hunting in less than 20 minutes from the time we say, "Let's go."
1989:
I called a man (who knew I was bow hunting) on Christmas morning and asked him if he believed in Santa Claus.
"Oh yes, I believe."
"Good, because I happened to know that St. Nick had an 'engine' failure this morning while passing through Warminster, PA and I have the # 1 engine in my truck."
A lot of good will can be done with this deer mess, if you are willing.
smile.
KLR content:
The wx is been nice for two days in a row (not to include today) and managed to log some 150 miles of gravel Friday/Saturday. My deer killing son and I rode some 65 miles on Saturday of gravel roads that we affectionately call marbles over pudding. The frost is coming out of the roads and the maintainers are putting down fresh grave on top of the thawing roads = marbles over pudding.
I was watching him in the mirror, and then he disappeared off the road but remained in the edge of the mirror! I was 1/8-1/4 mile ahead, and when I returned, he appeared to be shaking something from the seat of his pants. The marbles had gotten thicker and the pudding softer and he took Mr. Toad's wild ride into the broad ditch and up on to an approach. He was all grins at his riding accomplishment, but frustratingly, managed to stall the bike--all in plain view of dad.
"You, OK?"
Sure.
Only some 8-9 more miles of this stuff, and then we are home.
The day before (Friday evening), I was out for an evening road and started down a gumbo lane that is usually a pretty good ride and has plenty of wild life visible. Looked good on top but about 20 feet down the lane, you could see that it was all an illusion. The bikes immediately balled up their tires and lost all sense of traction. Of course the road was two narrow to make a clean 180 with balled tires and we were immediately ankle deep with a mud-sled-pig trying to make a 3/4 turn on foot. We were fortunate not to drop the bikes getting them turned around, or drop them getting back to the terra-firma-gravel.
During those two rides:
We saw plenty of geese moving North--some resting in the Dakota potholes for a day or so, many species of ducks (Mallards that I could recognize), a badger, might have been an eagle as well (it was large), and mule deer gathered up on the side of a glacial moraine. As the sun was setting, and the temps moved into the 40's, we punted the last 10 miles of gravel as we were headed west--the sun angle was killing us/blinding us and the probability of hitting an rut-edge trap was increasing--unseen in the glare and the sun angle.
Ah, dual sporting, 3 mph or 65 mph.
Smiles had by all.
revmaaatin.