Abracadabra
May 5th, 2008
As I have explained before, I’ve got a great job. I get to talk “Whitetails” with Hunters from all over North America. I love to hear their stories whether they are successful, have close encounters, or suffer from pure frustration.
The stories I really find intriguing are the “get away” tales. How Odocoileus Virgianus…or as I call him Mr. Nocturnal Disappearous can flat out vanish.
Like the story about the one who only travels in a drainage ditch to stay below the line of sight, or the one who swims out into a beaver pond and submerges his head so just his nose is above water.
How about the one who belly crawls through knee high CRP and slips past eight hunters who have the field “surrounded”. I can almost picture them (the hunters) yelling “Come out with your hooves up”……….not this time chumps!
There is the old buck who camps out (beds) inside an old abandoned barn, or the ones who swim a swift moving river or a mile wide lake. How about the one that spent all gun season perched on top of a muskrat house in the middle of a cattail swamp in the upper midwest?
Like great magicians…they are masters of illusion, poof, they are gone! Like the Wizard of OZ said “Pay no attention to that man behind the curtain”. Makes me think that maybe Houdini was part Whitetail! You gotta love it !
Good Hunting.
Mark