Catching Up. Where Did September Go?
Oh my goodness did September ever get away from me. I feel like nothing got done even though I’m on the move from the time I get out of bed until I fall back in, worn out but excited for the next day. Hunting seasons are all-consuming. Most everything I normally do still has to be done, and done in considerably less time. I have a little catching up to do.
Meet the Neighbors
Uncle Harold stopped in to ask if I knew who in the area has piggies, specifically 14 to 16 week old piggies. Wayne and Joe have pigs but I think only one might be that young, and they’re a half-mile through the woods and across the main road into and out of our little community in the middle of no where. I called to be sure and no, not their pigs, but Joe came up to see if he could help. The animal control officer called around and nobody seemed to know who owned these happy, friendly champion rooters. Turns out they belong to the people whose garden, flower garden and lawn they were uprooting when we found them. I met Mr. Neighbor and Son Neighbor and they’re good folk. Son raised the pigs and delivered them to Mr.’s house a day or two earlier. He grabbed two by one back leg each and wheelbarrow walked them back to their pen with the other two pigs following right behind. Nice pigs.
I’ve decided to uncover the high tunnel for the winter rather than use it. Steve, as he sometimes needs to, had a talk with me. “Just because you want to do something doesn’t mean you have time, and when you don’t get everything done that you think you should…well…then I have to live with you.” (I don’t know WHAT that means… okay, maybe I do.) He’s right. When he gives me these little chat-slash-mini-lectures in three sentences or less he’s always right. So no high tunnel this winter. We’ll uncover it in two or three weeks and re-cover it in the spring as soon as we can get to the wiggle wire channel on the baseboards.
We had two family days at camp this month, one larger, one smaller, both lovely. The garden has kept me busy. A few days tending bear sites alone plus going with Steve to do it on Saturdays had me out and about and away from work at home.
This happened on September 16 after spending 60 hours in two sites, in one tree stand and two ground blinds. I’ll tell you about it soon, maybe even tomorrow or Friday if I get a chance to do some more catching up. I planned to have this story shared by Monday but decided I would process the bear myself once it was field dressed, skinned and cut into manageable pieces. It took longer than I expected. Taking this bear was nothing at all like the first.
I’m leaving on a jet plane (did you sing that?) on Friday morning and will be in the wee hours of Monday. I’m going to spend the weekend with friends who are hunt and pro staff with Prois. We’ll be dove hunting and hanging out. I can’t explain how excited I am to get to meet these women face to face. They’re a special breed, these women who hunt, some on levels much higher than mine, and all to put food on a lot of tables.
For now, the meat chicks, laying hens, turkeys and ducks must be put up for the night because we have two raccoons hanging around, and I have some catching up to do in the kitchen.