I spent Thanksgiving again with Odin and his family up near Ossette, MT (a small town that no longer exists but the easiest way to describe where the North farm is). This is the 2nd year that Odin and I have hunted driving around in his Uncle Ronnie's Blazer. As you can see Calli really gets into it as well. This year, Calli found a Coyote to chase and gave a valiant effort to keep up, but she was no match for the Coyote's speed and agility, thank goodness.
Calli's new friend is Uncle Ronnie who let her lay on his lap during Friday's all day hunting adventure.
Friday's hunting took us up to the Canadian border, ~ 100 miles total and only ~ 1/4 of a mile out of the 100 was paved. I've never been to Canada so I decided to have Odin take my picture on both sides of the border next to one of the markers. No passport needed!!
Saturday morning Odin and I went out hunting again around the North farm and I shot my buck. He was in a gully and then came out onto the prairie. So, I took a shot, missed and then realized that there were no more bullets in the gun! I couldn't believe it, I meant to check it and so Odin kindly hoofed it back to the vehicle. I knelt down so I'd be smaller and prayed that this buck was the stupidest buck there ever was. Well, he must have been, cause he started walking towards me instead of running away and by the time Odin got back with more bullets, he was about 50 yards away. I got a good shot and he went down. It was pretty exciting, but once he was down, the phrase "now the work starts" came to mind. We finally got him taken care of and back to the Blazer and then I even helped skin him and everything. All this happened before noon! Frankly, I'm pooped!
He was not very big, but for a first buck he's not too bad!
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