2018 Pushmataha County Oklahoma
The deer are wise and crafty in that part of the country. Been through many a season where I wondered why in the world I was still bowhunting.....then BOOM, a big old, nasty, swolle up beast materializes from the thick tangle, within bow range and I am reminded that the Kiamichi mountain don’t give up their trophy deer without a fight.
If a man will put in the work to scout and hunt smart he can have success if things come together.
I wrote this a few years ago and will repost.
The Disease
I've got a sickness and the only antidote can be found in the rugged, rock and brush choked valleys of the Kiamichis, delivered by a swollen, stinking, testosterone filled beast so wiley and elusive that his cedar and pine polished antlers have yet to be spied by human eyes. Like a fever this disease assaults me in the night as my thoughts and dreams turn to flashes of a brown coat and faint glimpses of white through the shadows. The alarm's unrelenting whine plucks the ghostly silhouette and misty calm from me as I fumble to a semi conscious state. My blurry gaze clears and once again I stand at the familiar corner of business need and domestic responsibility. The clock and calendar, defeated enemies of a recurring nine-month's war are resurrected once again. Until I am released from this wallless prison the beast of my dreams shall live a few weeks more.....completely oblivious to the impending threat from above that awaits.
Opening weekend feels like a lifetime away.
Micah
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The deer are wise and crafty in that part of the country. Been through many a season where I wondered why in the world I was still bowhunting.....then BOOM, a big old, nasty, swolle up beast materializes from the thick tangle, within bow range and I am reminded that the Kiamichi mountain don’t give up their trophy deer without a fight.
If a man will put in the work to scout and hunt smart he can have success if things come together.
I wrote this a few years ago and will repost.
The Disease
I've got a sickness and the only antidote can be found in the rugged, rock and brush choked valleys of the Kiamichis, delivered by a swollen, stinking, testosterone filled beast so wiley and elusive that his cedar and pine polished antlers have yet to be spied by human eyes. Like a fever this disease assaults me in the night as my thoughts and dreams turn to flashes of a brown coat and faint glimpses of white through the shadows. The alarm's unrelenting whine plucks the ghostly silhouette and misty calm from me as I fumble to a semi conscious state. My blurry gaze clears and once again I stand at the familiar corner of business need and domestic responsibility. The clock and calendar, defeated enemies of a recurring nine-month's war are resurrected once again. Until I am released from this wallless prison the beast of my dreams shall live a few weeks more.....completely oblivious to the impending threat from above that awaits.
Opening weekend feels like a lifetime away.
Micah
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