Huntsmen: Part Two
Huntsmen: Part II
Behind me, a giant shadow coincides with a loud, thundering flap; turkeys coming out the roost. I lay frozen, withstanding the wind chill, wishing I could somehow dig myself deeper into the ground to serve as a windbreak of sorts, but I know one small maneuver could be the difference between me seeing deer today or not. I stay vigilant. Out of my peripheral, to my right, a turkey comes into focus, then another, another, six in total come strutting out in search of their morning feast. They pass, I had stuffed my Magpul grip with handwarmers, my hand is about the only part not feeling the frozen burden right now. I reach into my hoodie pouch under my vest and find another handwarmer to squeeze on, when I catch something in my left peripheral, it’s way bigger than a turkey. Discreetly, I start to move my head so I can try to catch a glimpse of whatever this is. It’s a deer, I can make out an antler, it’s a buck. I’m still trying to get the full picture of this guy as slow and cautious as possible. It’s a young four-pointer. He comes towards the tree line that’s behind me and gets within 25 yards, he feeds for a moment then proceeds to the woods behind me and out of sight.
“Who’s hungry!?” Doug bellows out over the multiple conversations, “I was thinking Capri!”
As soon as he said Capri, everyone’s eyes lit up. I guess it’s a north Ohio thing, and I don’t know what makes it so delicious, but their sausage sandwiches with the spicy pepper sauce is top notch. After a few ‘hell yeahs’, Doug pulls out his phone and is taking everyone’s order to relay it to his wife, Sherry. Sherry is the same as Doug, just a patriot through and through, and there’s nothing that would stop her from helping anyone in need. Doug gets the order relayed to Sherry and everyone starts trading hunting stories and catching up with one another. This is the part where I love to sit and listen, so much history and knowledge is departed through general conversation here.
A few moments pass and over the voices comes a low grumbling, the sound of a tractor engine drawing close to the barn. The garage door begins to draw up slowly, unveiling Mr. Paidousis in his tractor with a generator in tow, he had been out working on their new barn. George Paidousis, I call him Mr. Paidousis, is a retired Chief Warrant Officer 4 from the Coast Guard. He can usually be found working the land day in and day out, when he’s not tending to the horses or the farm, he’s helping his family out. He’s one of those guys that keeps his head down and works hard but when you strike up a conversation with him you really feel his command presence and the man is so knowledgeable in any topic of conversation, he’s especially well versed in politics, the conversation we all attempt to avoid- but it always happens. I don’t know why, but to me, there’s nothing better than getting a laugh or a smile out of Mr. Paidousis, I also love seeing him give Deuce a hard way to go, it’s hilarious.
Shortly thereafter, here comes Sherry with everyone’s order plus a bunch of nuggets from McDonalds for Gunnar, he winds up eating 26- impressive. The silence of lunch commences. We go back out after lunch and barely see any activity as temperatures continue to plummet. Owney winds up getting a doe at 70 yards right before sunset. As Deuce and I roll in from our sits, we assist Owney in tracking and dressing her. After that, opening day is a wrap, the night is filled with reminiscing about our times in the Marines, asking for updates on our guys and so on until bed. Gunnar draws us all our own prototypical weapons that have special powers and says they’re good luck. Tomorrow’s forecast? - 19 with precipitation...
We all arrive back at the barn around the same time, all with similar reports overall, just not much of any type of movement today. Kernsy is in luck, well, we all are. Mrs. Paidousis made her famous Italian Turkey, which would make for the perfect lunch before you get on the road. We all dig in, making sandwiches, sneaking a little piece right off the bird when we can. This Italian Turkey is something I was introduced to last year and will look forward to it every year so long as Mrs. Paidousis doesn’t mind making it, it’s absolutely delicious and unlike any turkey I’ve ever had before. Lunch ends, we say our goodbyes, I tell Gunnar that I will keep his drawing in my breast pocket for good luck, he smiles, everyone follows suit.
“Well, these deer ain’t gonna hunt themselves,” Deuce says, arms folded, he shakes it off and begins to gather his warming layers, vest and equipment. You can always depend on Gunny to get everyone back on task. We all get suited up, wish one another luck and head back out to our respective spots.
That night, we all sat around and reminisced around dinner. There’s something about being able to talk to the guys that you experienced the best and worst days of your life with. I enjoyed hearing Owney exchange hunting stories and tales of Mike’s youth. Deuce and I went back and forth on barracks life, the wild things we would get into on liberty and how we’re curious to see how some guys are doing nowadays. All in all, no deer for me, but that didn’t matter, this is what it’s all about. Forecast for tomorrow- another good day for deer, no precipitation, low wind and temps climbing into the 40’s...
I think on this for a moment, “You think so?”
“Yeah, man.”
I look at Owney, “What do you think?”
Owney responds with, “Go with your gut instinct, but I feel that The Chalet is a good option on a day like today.”
This is where I’m a little proud of myself because I start to realize that listening to these guys is developing my critical thinking skills when it comes to hunting. I sat at The 27 Acres, then The Bottom, they’re both along the similar path and The Chalet is in a completely different area of the farm. I think that if I stick on The Bottom and 27 Acres that my odds will be good because I’m there every day, but The Chalet sits in a perfect spot in a valley, a valley that serves as a wind stop for the deer to come out and graze. Internally, I’m thinking that two deer were taken in that area just yesterday, will that matter?
“I’ll set up in The Chalet,” I say decisively, thinking that I’ve got to take risks, because when you get down to the brass tax of this, luck has a lot to do with it- you have to be in the right place at the right time.
Owney explodes with visible excitement, “Good call, brother, I was hoping you would say that!”
He doubles down on it mumbling, “Great call, Great ----- call,” as he pulls his boots up and tightens them. We all ritualistically give each other a fist bump and departing 'good lucks' as we disperse to our spots for the day.
At this point, I don’t know how to feel, one thing’s for certain, my adrenaline has kicked in and it has my right leg shaking. Mike comes running up from his spot, “Dude, did ya get him!?” All I can muster up and say at this point, “I don’t know.” I’m pretty upset with myself now, my overall objective was and always will be to take these deer as quick and painless as I possibly can. My respect for deer and hunters alike has grown immensely since my first hunt last year, I’ve learned that hunters are some of the biggest conservationists in existence and the most actionable in efforts to keep healthy wildlife populations and I view the deer as a blessing to feed my family. There’s nowhere in that equation for me to wound a deer, point blank, period. My time in the Marine Corps taught me a whole new perspective and gave me the upmost respect for life and living creatures. All kinds of thoughts are swirling around internally, it’s a lot to take in but I do my best to remain optimistic...
Check out the final part in the Huntsmen Series, Part 3...