It’s hunting season, the time of year when people gather and get gear to outfit themselves to stalk the animals of the forest and bush. I would estimate most game brought home costs many times more per pound than the price of a nice beef steak. But it’s the quest, right? The bragging rights that legends are made of.
My deer hunting expedition was a little less elaborate.
I was seeking a shot at a mule deer like this one I got in
The size of the antlers was not a priority. I just wanted to catch one in the view finder
of my camera so I could come back and boast. Jackson Hole, Wyoming
Within a half-hour walk of our house is a tree-lined river
far enough away from houses where all kinds of animals hang out.
It was a little before dawn on an icy, overcast morning
when I took my camera and went deer hunting.
Even before sunrise the dog-walkers and joggers had gotten there ahead of me.
The birds were the only creatures who hadn’t taken cover.
There is a fence with a big “No Trespassing” sign put up to keep four-wheelers and similar vandals off property owned by a good friend. I didn’t think that applied to me.
Neither did the deer.
One of them had left behind a hunk of hair when he slid between the wires.
There were tracks in the mud along the road.
Plenty of deer tracks.
geese flew up from the pond,
honking and calling. Canada
One left behind a feather.
There were ducks on the pond so I shot them with my camera. But I had to go home without getting a deer. At least there are no rules against photographing deer out of season and the only carcass I had to drag back was my own.