I played hooky from work on Friday and headed to the property. The Mrs. was tired of hearing me say "I don't get to hunt enough". She said to get out of town but be back for the Grandson's birthday party on Sunday. On the way over I stopped and got to meet Alex MacDonald. Orangeradish stopped I with his family too. After a nice chat with Alex, I headed on to the Okanogan. I was surprised to find snow at the house when I arrived.
It was late in the afternoon so I decided to hunker down to some duck burgers for dinner and a good book or magazine. The duck breast was from our hunt several weeks ago. I took the breast meat and mixed some bacon and ran it through the grinder. Topped with some onion and a slice of cheese and a dab of dijon.
The next morning I found even a bit more snow and began wondering how productive this hunt was going to be. As I had my breakfast the fog poured into the valley and I thought the hunting would be a bust. I took a few minutes to snap some photos around the house.
With the temps barely above twenty I dutifully trudged through the snow in search of the wary pheasants. Sasha stayed home to keep Glenda company. Nary a bird to be found and only a few tracks in the snow. Time to head to the woods and maybe some grouse.
As it turned out the roads and forest that I usually hunt were deep in snow on Mt. Hull and when the truck undercarriage began to plow snow I turned around for lower elevations. A good mile long walk showed no sign of grouse at all so I drove around and snapped photos of the area. Old homesteads are a favorite target of my lens.
This morning I packed up and headed out before sunrise. Near Brewster the sky turned to fire and I had to stop and snap a quick one. The ride home went fast and after a nap I'm ready to go to my Grandson's 20th birthday party. Maybe some duck hunting will fare better on the wet side in a couple of weeks. A good time to get away though as always...
It was late in the afternoon so I decided to hunker down to some duck burgers for dinner and a good book or magazine. The duck breast was from our hunt several weeks ago. I took the breast meat and mixed some bacon and ran it through the grinder. Topped with some onion and a slice of cheese and a dab of dijon.
The next morning I found even a bit more snow and began wondering how productive this hunt was going to be. As I had my breakfast the fog poured into the valley and I thought the hunting would be a bust. I took a few minutes to snap some photos around the house.
With the temps barely above twenty I dutifully trudged through the snow in search of the wary pheasants. Sasha stayed home to keep Glenda company. Nary a bird to be found and only a few tracks in the snow. Time to head to the woods and maybe some grouse.
As it turned out the roads and forest that I usually hunt were deep in snow on Mt. Hull and when the truck undercarriage began to plow snow I turned around for lower elevations. A good mile long walk showed no sign of grouse at all so I drove around and snapped photos of the area. Old homesteads are a favorite target of my lens.
This morning I packed up and headed out before sunrise. Near Brewster the sky turned to fire and I had to stop and snap a quick one. The ride home went fast and after a nap I'm ready to go to my Grandson's 20th birthday party. Maybe some duck hunting will fare better on the wet side in a couple of weeks. A good time to get away though as always...