In the corner of the garage while tidying-up for winter was this.
The skeletal remains of a tree frog.
How do I know?
Dissection of frogs in biology classes.
The quarter laid next to it is for scale.
Medical examiner rules tree frog. Cause of death; lost and subsequently perished by natural causes.....
Yes; 30 years of chasing deer. Can you believe it? The Deer Camp is celebrating a Thirtieth Anniversary.
Even the bear is getting in the game.
Cleaning-up and getting things ready for winter The Missus fetched the cushions from the chairs on the porch and stored them in the garage.
Some mouse is going to be pissed about his stash of seeds and a mother lode of an acorn being swept-up in fall chores...
By the time you read this post we'll be afield and attempting to fill some deer tags. Here are some additional digital images of the local boy whitetails...
Yo!
Deer Camp Pals....
Been perusing some older digital photos in the collection and came
across this one. It was taken during a rain-sodden deer camp in
November of 2005.
The perspective is looking west out of the second floor blue bedroom.
Except for low-light conditions there was no way a whitetail could sneak
across this stretch of territory without being vulnerable.
Twenty years later - not so much. It's some dandy permanent cover out there nowadays. A real forest...
In the Roman Catholic tradition of the Christian faith there is Saint Hubert. Hubertus or Hubert was the first bishop of Liège in 708 AD. A patron of metalworkers, mathematicians and opticians he is considered the patron saint of hunters, archers and hunting dogs.
Born into nobility in 656 Hubert was raised in the Catholic faith yet was not particularly devout. His interests were primarily mastery of those skills and weapons of the time that would benefit his interest in hunting and as a mounted soldier. Moreover, as a member of the privileged class seeking other worldly pleasures.
Hubert married a woman named Floribonne who tragically died after the birth of their son Floribert. Hubert was grief-stricken, confused and so angry with God that he turned from the faith that his wife had sought to rekindle to focus on secular pursuits.
His devotion was to the hunt and not to God.
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As a consequence, Hubert renounced all claim to titles and wealth, turning everything over to his younger brother including the custody of his son. Hubert became a student under Lambert of Maastricht and was eventually ordained a priest.
Hubert evangelized the Ardennes Forest region - inspiring Christians and converting pagans. His title became Apostle of the Ardennes. Following Lambert's death Hubert was appointed bishop of Maastricht and later first bishop of Liège.
Hubert died of natural causes in 727. His legacy of hunting ethics and fair chase continues to this day in the rigorous and extensive hunter education courses of many European countries.
And if you look carefully, on every bottle of Jägermeister you will find this...
A couple of days before deer camp a hunter's wife puts her foot down and
tells him he has to stay home and whittle down his honey-do list of
chores.
The fella's friends are upset and understandably disappointed that he
cannot join them at camp. Alas, they are powerless to do anything about
it. Two days later the crew has gathered at deer camp. A fire is
stoked in the wood burner. Blaze orange bibs and parkas are hung in the
fresh air on the porch. Even the boots toe the line. Firearms are
carefully stacked on the gun rack at the back door. Bunks are claimed
and everyone is enjoying a refreshing adult beverage and shooting the
bull in the testosterone-infused atmosphere.
Suddenly the dogs bark as the door from the garage opens and the heretofore grounded hunter materializes.
Dang dude! How did you manage to talk your wife into letting you go?
Sidling-up to the kitchen counter and opening a beer the hunter explains...
This morning I was sitting in my chair feeling poorly when my wife came up behind me.
She put her hands over my eyes and said - 'guess who?' I pulled her
hands away and was surprised to see she was wearing a flimsy negligee
from Victoria's Secret.
A collective gasp emanates from the group as the hunter continues.
Then she took my hand and pulled me over to our bedroom. The room had
candles and rose petals all over. On the bed she had handcuffs. There
were ropes too. She told me to tie and handcuff her to the bed.
Another collective gasp from the rapt audience.
You know I follow directions - so I did what she told me to do. Then she said - 'Do whatever you want.'
So, here I am.....
Fast Fact: This year is the thirtieth anniversary of our deer camp. Huzzah!
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