Riflescopes and Scope Accessories

Many times hunters get up way before daylight in order to get where they want to be when the sun comes up. If you are hunting deer, and are going to hunt from a stand, then you need to be in there and settled a good hour before daylight. By that time any sound you made getting there will be forgotten in case you walked by any deer bedded down near your stand.

In my experience, I have found that getting up and getting out of the house in a quiet manner, is actually one of the hardest challenges of my day. Exiting quietly usually escapes me. I always manage to trip over something, like a dyson all floors vaccum, and drop everything in my hands with a crashing noise that would wake the dead.

I have just stood up out of my bed, still about half asleep, and knocked over my alvarez acoustic guitar, and the sound from that would wake the dead. I could hear mumbling from other rooms as I picked it up and put it back in its place. Sometimes, the whole day just starts off wrong. Very seldom have I ever made a totally quiet exit. But the few times I did, I was very proud.

All these happenings would ultimately lead to me running late. Once I managed to get the last light turned off, and get out the door, I knew I would have to make up lost time. I checked my old worn leather watch to estimate how fast I was going to drive in order to arrive at my spot at the desired time. I would toss my gear in the seat, and hammer down to my destination.

After finally arriving at the right spot, I checked the time once again. I had gained some of the time back, but still needed to hurry to my stand and get situated. I had a few tricks for hurry-up times, and was soon on my way, flashlight in hand, along the path to my stand. I made good time through the woods to where I climbed up into the stand.

After I was in my stand, I checked the time once more. It worked out perfectly. I was where I wanted to be, and at the time I wanted to be there. I sat in my stand thinking back at how the morning had stared. I caught myself giggling out loud as I pictured what I looked like knocking things over and tripping over stuff. And I thought about how mad everybody probably was because I woke them. I grinned really big about that.

It was hours later that I realized that my giggling was the only enjoyment I was going to get for my efforts today. I never saw the first deer, and all I ended up with was a cold nose and cold feet, and a hungry belly. I still had to laugh. I was seriously considering beginning my hunting around noon from now on, and letting this early stuff go. But I found that hunting really can be funny sometimes.

Filed under: Rifles and Shotguns on March 12th, 2010