Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Bull Durham goes hunting

Two things I've learned in the time since I turned 40:
  1. They can't accurately predict the weather more than a few days in advance.
  2. Windows of opportunity open less frequently than they used to.
If the 10 day outlook says it's gonna rain next Saturday, it's a pretty good bet the sun will be shining.  Unless that's the only day you can hunt, in which case it will be dead on, right down to the hour.

It's pretty bad when you resort to checking the hourly forecast to see if it's worth getting out of bed.  It's equally bad when the season is three weeks old and you've been hunting once. With kids.

Weather radar

The radar looks clear for at least a few more hours. Roll the dice.

Dodge showers all the way to the game management property. Watch it rain harder as you pull through the gate. Check the radar again, only there's no cell service, and so you have no idea when it may let up. Or if. There are these days, days when you don't want to win the lottery, you just want a break, a really small, inconsequential in the grand scheme of things break. Literal and meteorological.

Almost simultaneously, you get a case of the fuckits and the rain does indeed subside. Six feet on the ground and you're committed. And if you're really, really lucky, you get that break.

Draper WMA

And you're not the only one who's happy.

Wet Brittany

Oh yeah, one other thing I've learned: There's no such thing as completely waterproof boots.

Wet hunting boots

To quote Ebby Calvin Laloosh (quoting Skip), "Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose, sometimes it rains."

1 comment:

  1. I am glad you finally got back out, I hope you can get a few more breaks before the season is through, maybe even some birds.
    Most of us in the North Wet have graduated to Muck boots and never looked back, they are one of the only sure bets in the waterproof category, and comfy too.