Wednesday (October 27) was a golden autumn day. I needed two go for a walk for a number of reasons….excercise; enjoy the beautiful conditions; study sycamore trees and leaves for an upcoming painting; look for wildlife and take some foliage photos.
I chose to walk very rural roads I know about where the existence of any vehicles is a very rare thing. The hike consisted of approximately 8-9 miles and was invigorating. I only saw several deer, various birds, a couple of red-tailed hawks and I heard a grouse drumming.
On Thursday (October 28) while visiting my mother I decided to go another hike. This was one of those 30 MPH wind days. On this venture, I was fortunate enough to see, at least five turkeys and watched two deer get up from their beds before fleeing.
As I was walking along a field’s edge, I noticed what appeared to be a buck’s antlers. I stopped and reversed one step only to see a spike buck laying among the briars at about 18 yards. I tried to get focused photos, but failed to do so. I eased up to a tree and look for clearer view only to spook him.
The evening would be a few hours of fellowship with members of the church’s mens group. I was the speaker this evening. I dressed in my 18th century era apparel and carried along two flintlocks, tomahawks and other things of interest. The guys seemed to enjoy the historical (not hysterical)aspect of the talk and be able to see firsthand what a militia-member of that time period would have looked like. A great bunch of guys!