I have waited for this morning since "blunderbuss" season opened.
It rained last night and the fog was a super heavy blanket. So I crushed
the persimmons all over my camo and boots and started stalking.
I knew where the big boy was hanging so I headed his way through the moss floored, maturing cedar forest. towards the High Grass Motel.
It is the first year the lower branches were suitable for semi quiet passage.
Still impossible with a bow though.
It was just a glorious early morning full of anticipation and the smell.
of the recent fallen leaves. Squirrels running past me with nuts in there mouths,
as if I weren't there. It was soft, soft and sweet.
Four hundred yards and slowing ascending the steep cliff side---
movement to the left and low, actually heading the way I came from.
It was the BIG BOY tail down and he took a left away from me. If his tail was up
I may have unloaded but the target was narrow and dim. He stopped and looked
at me over his shoulder at about 60 yards. I thought "till we meet again".
I am glad I was frozen with the sights on big boy when this guy silently slipped in
between, broadside.----Game over.
Errr well, not exactly. A two hundred yard drag for this old fart. And not all down hill.
Big Boy may have taken me out on that drag.
Zuma
