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Redemption: The act, process, or an instance of redeeming.
Have you had one of those years where nothing goes right? Where all your preseason workouts and training go down the drain in less then 24 hours? When no matter how bad you want to try you can't? That was the theme of my 09 hunting season. 2009 was going to be "the year". The winter was not hard on the animals. The spring was wet. And the tags where in my pocket. Yes sir 2009 was the year it was all going to come together on the season of my dreams.
Hunting season starts in January for me.
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This is when I lay down the plans for the next eight months of nothing but getting ready for August 1st. This preseason was like non other I had done before. You could say I took my training up a notch. 50+ mile bike rides in 100deg weather. Long hikes with loaded packs in the heat of the day. My theory is if I can stand the heat when I train I can take it when I hunt.
As June came around I found out I had been successful in the draw. Now the plans are set. I already know where I'm going it's just a matter of when.
July 29 2009:
I had just gotten back from a little vacation. This was my rebuild week. The week where you let your body get ready for opening day. I had the feeling I was going to get a cold. Ahh the heck with it, it's time to get the backpack loaded and hit the trail!
July 31 2009
My backpack is loaded with 10 days of gear, my bow, oh yes and for safety I also brought my hunting buddy along with me.
It was 5:00AM, we had a 12 mile hike to get to where we needed to be for opening day. At about 6 miles in, what I thought to be a cold was not feeling like a cold, it was starting to feel like the flu. When we hit mile 10 I could hardly breathe. It had gone into my chest and was playing hell with my lungs making it hard to carry the 58lbs pack on my back. As we made it to our camp site for the night so did a storm that had been cooking up all day. Tent's up and I'm literary passed out 2min later.
August 1 2009
Opening morning is the day we wait for. The day that we can finely see what the mountains have in store for us. It's opening morning at 9:00am and I'm just now trying to get some breakfast in me. My head is spinning. I can hardly breathe in the mountain air that I love so much. When I stand up it's all I can do to keep me from falling over. 12 miles back on opening day I'm sicker then I've ever been before. As the thermals start to rise, the pack goes back on and it's back to the truck. Some of the trail I don't remember. But what I do remember is how good it felt to make it back to the truck. Once inside I was out again.
Ahh yes home. The last place on earth I want to be this time of year. And here I am,in bed, on drugs, coughing blood out of my lungs. What a way to start my 09 season or in this case end it. What I had was a form of the Swine flu. Knocked me on my butt! If you've had it you know! Two weeks after opening day I'm starting to think about trying it again. That is on till I do anything, witch would find me gasping for air. My lungs where gone. All the hours I had spent getting them ready and now there gone. I had no wind left. But I would not give up yet. After those two weeks of hell I did try it again. But nothing to great. It came down to some road hunting. My deer season was shot. But I still had a cow elk tag left.
What a joke that was! When you can't even hunt deer what makes you think that you can hunt those long legged things they call elk! 5 more days of trying to chase elk and my 09 season was over. Did I have fun? Yes. Do I wish I had not gotten sick? Yes. Can I change it? NO!
This year I have drawn the same two tags I had in 09. It's my goal this year to put a hole through both tags.
Fallow me in my 2010 Hunting season for a quest in "Redemption".
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Redemption: The act, process, or an instance of redeeming.
Have you had one of those years where nothing goes right? Where all your preseason workouts and training go down the drain in less then 24 hours? When no matter how bad you want to try you can't? That was the theme of my 09 hunting season. 2009 was going to be "the year". The winter was not hard on the animals. The spring was wet. And the tags where in my pocket. Yes sir 2009 was the year it was all going to come together on the season of my dreams.
Hunting season starts in January for me.
[IMG]http://www.monstermuleys.info/photos/user_photos/4696img_1300.jpg
This is when I lay down the plans for the next eight months of nothing but getting ready for August 1st. This preseason was like non other I had done before. You could say I took my training up a notch. 50+ mile bike rides in 100deg weather. Long hikes with loaded packs in the heat of the day. My theory is if I can stand the heat when I train I can take it when I hunt.
As June came around I found out I had been successful in the draw. Now the plans are set. I already know where I'm going it's just a matter of when.
July 29 2009:
I had just gotten back from a little vacation. This was my rebuild week. The week where you let your body get ready for opening day. I had the feeling I was going to get a cold. Ahh the heck with it, it's time to get the backpack loaded and hit the trail!
July 31 2009
My backpack is loaded with 10 days of gear, my bow, oh yes and for safety I also brought my hunting buddy along with me.
It was 5:00AM, we had a 12 mile hike to get to where we needed to be for opening day. At about 6 miles in, what I thought to be a cold was not feeling like a cold, it was starting to feel like the flu. When we hit mile 10 I could hardly breathe. It had gone into my chest and was playing hell with my lungs making it hard to carry the 58lbs pack on my back. As we made it to our camp site for the night so did a storm that had been cooking up all day. Tent's up and I'm literary passed out 2min later.
August 1 2009
Opening morning is the day we wait for. The day that we can finely see what the mountains have in store for us. It's opening morning at 9:00am and I'm just now trying to get some breakfast in me. My head is spinning. I can hardly breathe in the mountain air that I love so much. When I stand up it's all I can do to keep me from falling over. 12 miles back on opening day I'm sicker then I've ever been before. As the thermals start to rise, the pack goes back on and it's back to the truck. Some of the trail I don't remember. But what I do remember is how good it felt to make it back to the truck. Once inside I was out again.
Ahh yes home. The last place on earth I want to be this time of year. And here I am,in bed, on drugs, coughing blood out of my lungs. What a way to start my 09 season or in this case end it. What I had was a form of the Swine flu. Knocked me on my butt! If you've had it you know! Two weeks after opening day I'm starting to think about trying it again. That is on till I do anything, witch would find me gasping for air. My lungs where gone. All the hours I had spent getting them ready and now there gone. I had no wind left. But I would not give up yet. After those two weeks of hell I did try it again. But nothing to great. It came down to some road hunting. My deer season was shot. But I still had a cow elk tag left.
What a joke that was! When you can't even hunt deer what makes you think that you can hunt those long legged things they call elk! 5 more days of trying to chase elk and my 09 season was over. Did I have fun? Yes. Do I wish I had not gotten sick? Yes. Can I change it? NO!
This year I have drawn the same two tags I had in 09. It's my goal this year to put a hole through both tags.
Fallow me in my 2010 Hunting season for a quest in "Redemption".
