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I rushed to get Potter ground under my feet and its air in my lungs
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Your killing me. It's only July and you're making me want to strap my .270 on my back, cross the creek and crawl up the steep mountain across from my "remote" Lycoming County camp right now /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/music.gif I love stepping out onto the porch in the dark and hearing our heavy camp door latch click as I strap the .270 onto my back and head out into the dark, still woods.
I didn't cross paths with any bucks last year but there is no doubt that I must be sharing that brutally steep mountainside with a true big woods monarch. For all I know he watched me climb part of that mountain last year with my rifle on back and my hands on the ground to keep my balance. There definetly weren't any hunters watching me because that would be the last thing you'd see on that mountain. I was probably the only indication that hunting season was upon him. I had just figured out the top of the mountain and adjacent hollow behind the camp I used to hunt out of in Potter. Now I have to learn another mountain but it will be rewarding. The hurdle of crossing the creek and completing a painful climb will make me feel as though I have earned the right to challenge him on his own turf. What animal could be more thrilling to hunt than a magnificent and wary mountain buck, especially for a native Pennsylvania boy like myself? If and when I connect on that mountainside I will feel that I have truly earned that buck. I've stared at that mountainside from the front porch of my camp since I was six years old but had only climbed it once before last year. This year will be my third time and there will be no mistake in knowing who shot when the camp members hear the rifle crack on the opposite mountain top /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/thumbs.gif
I rushed to get Potter ground under my feet and its air in my lungs
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Rooster
Your killing me. It's only July and you're making me want to strap my .270 on my back, cross the creek and crawl up the steep mountain across from my "remote" Lycoming County camp right now /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/music.gif I love stepping out onto the porch in the dark and hearing our heavy camp door latch click as I strap the .270 onto my back and head out into the dark, still woods.
I didn't cross paths with any bucks last year but there is no doubt that I must be sharing that brutally steep mountainside with a true big woods monarch. For all I know he watched me climb part of that mountain last year with my rifle on back and my hands on the ground to keep my balance. There definetly weren't any hunters watching me because that would be the last thing you'd see on that mountain. I was probably the only indication that hunting season was upon him. I had just figured out the top of the mountain and adjacent hollow behind the camp I used to hunt out of in Potter. Now I have to learn another mountain but it will be rewarding. The hurdle of crossing the creek and completing a painful climb will make me feel as though I have earned the right to challenge him on his own turf. What animal could be more thrilling to hunt than a magnificent and wary mountain buck, especially for a native Pennsylvania boy like myself? If and when I connect on that mountainside I will feel that I have truly earned that buck. I've stared at that mountainside from the front porch of my camp since I was six years old but had only climbed it once before last year. This year will be my third time and there will be no mistake in knowing who shot when the camp members hear the rifle crack on the opposite mountain top /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/thumbs.gif
