Monday, December 5, 2016

I couldn’t get out of work early enough to get into the Lake George Wild Forest tonight, so I ran out behind my father’s house for the last hour of daylight today. It’s the first day of late-season muzzleloader in the northern zone. The season runs through this coming Sunday, at which time I will be lost. I’ve had an incredible season, and I’ve been able to hunt more in my home state than I have in a number of years. I’ve loved every second of it.

I wandered around to see if I could find any tracks in the snow. The snow was fresh, and there weren’t many tracks around. I’m sure the place will be lit up with tracks by tomorrow night. That’s just the way it works.

I found a place to sit and saw two deer before it got dark. I couldn’t tell what they were. It actually felt good to be close to home. I’ve never really hunted there, but inside it felt like the right thing to do. My father’s blood is in that soil. It felt right to be a part of it tonight. I’m sure I might return there again this week if I get held up at work and can’t get out in time to get to the Lake George Wild Forest.

On my way out, I put a camera up in a place where I always get pictures. I get them before the season, during the season and after the season. It’s usually very discouraging because it’s typical to get an average of seven different bucks on camera before the season. By the end of the season, one of these bucks might make it back in front of the camera. Most of the others get killed. In a few weeks, I will see if any of the summer bucks are still around.

I will be meeting Alex Kershaw, the visual artist from Australia, tomorrow, so he can film me while hunting. He wants to get a kill on video for his art project that he’s finishing. We’ve worked on it for about five years now. When it’s finished he will be releasing it in an art gallery, most likely in New York City. He’s a well-known visual artist and he’s extremely intelligent. I look forward to spending a few hours with him tomorrow.

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