Politically Incorrect in Canada

tail gate

Tailgate photos and photos of dead game have passed out of fashion but i like them sometimes. I look at game as a gift so it is something I am grateful for. The birds they are gifts.

Out after the blow

Well most of last week was a write off. We had the remnants of Igor blow through last week. It was the harshest wind i have seen anywhere outside of Antarctica. Gusts were recorded at some locations of 167 kph or 107 mph. We had 150 mm of rain some spots recorded over 250. There are still communities isolated from roads washed out. Nearby there were utility poles knocked down and we were without power, water or phone for 24 hour. This was Tuesday and Wednesday some communities are still down. We are used to harsh weather here though.

Anyway yesterday dawned sunny and I got out for a few hours. I had to pick up my daughter at 3pm so i loaded dogs and my new Browning Superlight feather and headed out. I am extremely pleased with the new shotgun and have shot clays with it a few times. I have shot better with it than any of my other guns it just seems to fit and its fast

No hunting Tomorrow

Forecasting 150mm rain (6 inches) wind at 120 Kms/hour. heavy surf. Remnants of igor going to pass pretty close.
dan

First day

Was a wet windy day to start so I went in a few hours before dark. The dogs worked well and a few birds are chilling in the fridge. From now on I will be carrying the camera. Its good to get back to the real world.

Saturday it starts again.

Well I am finished work for 9 weeks. Dogs are in shape, I have tuned up on the rifle range and the trap field. Lots of shotgun shells.Dogs are raring to go and so am I. One last trip to town tomorrow for licences and permits and if all goes well weeks of hunting the wild country. Dogs are leaned down a bit from running after work in the evenings. I wish I could say the same for myself. The country around here though is changing slowly though. The slopes are getting steeper at an increasing rate every year. I have young Sam who doesn't know what slow is and Duncan who like myself needs a little more breath to get up the hills and like myself is a little slower now getting into hunting trim. I love this time of year and walking from dark to dark in tundra and bog. 50 years old and too excited to sleep. Life can be wonderful.

Another Fall is Near

It looks like we will probably make it to the fall. In less than three weeks I will be throwing work aside for another full season to spend hunting. I finish work on the 16th of September and in the past few weeks myself and my dogs have been getting ready. I spent a only few evenings trout fishing the summer and didn't even wet a fly for salmon this year. . I might have been out in the canoe once or twice but mostly have been busy with work. I did get away once a week or so to the local range to shoot a bit. Trying to get myself and my dogs back into hunting shape is what we have to do most evening now.

As I get older I find it takes longer to get used to the days in which you start walking at first light and probably still are walking after the sun set. I hope to be actively blogging as well again this fall. All my life I loved this time of year.