December 26 witnessed the first day of the primitive deer hunting season. This is my personal favorite time to hunt. I decided to be a “dog” this day for my cousin, Donnie Smail, and step-father, Bob Miller.
I was walking through some clear-cut areas on some of these pushes for deer. Brambles; logs; multiflora rose and young growth saplings made moving difficult.
Prior to the first drive I maneuvered myself to a place to allow the “boys” to get into their position. prior to the deer drive, I went up, and over, to see where workers had removed the top of the hill. I wanted to observe how much woodlands were dozed over.
I was seeing a lot of deer sign when I looked along a grass-covered area. I saw an animal. I first thought I was seeing a deer, but the colors didn’t look correct. I could see the colors of an elk along with deep blackened areas along the legs , and belly. The animal continually fed. I glassed it. Later, I saw the head and it was a ram! What the heck was a ram doing way out here?
Well, as for the drives I placed deer went past the hunters at different times, but not a shot was fired.
I saw a grouse, and some squirrels as well.
We quit about 11:30 since some rain began falling as predicted. However, The rain didn’t amount to much all afternoon. Next time out, Old Jacob may get a shot! That rifle was named after Captain Jacob the famous Delaware warrior, and chief in Kittanning, Pennsylvania in the eighteenth century.