Tom Rankin
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It's Huntin' season in the Catskills, and Laurie is a hunter, so I decided to tag along for the weekend. Laurie's family has a camp near Hiram's Knob / Haines / Eagle in the Catskills, which borders state land. We started from there Friday and Saturday and walked thru the woods.
Friday morning, it was clear, calm, and about 10 degrees. There was about 6-8" of new powder on the ground. The recent snow made it easy to see animal (and human!) tracks. We moved slowly and therefore dressed more warmly than if we were actually hiking. We followed old roads, herd paths, and quite often bushwacked. Sometimes we would follow the animal tracks. I followed Laurie, since she was holding a gun!
Laurie is a NY State Hunter Safety Instructor, and a very cautious hunter. We wore a lot of red and orange clothes to be seen. A few shots rang out from time to time, but they seemed to be very far away. I never felt unsafe.
Friday, we came across a drag mark. Someone had shot a deer and dragged it out of the woods. We followed it a short while and then came across bear tracks! We thought maybe the bear was going to the remains of the deer, but it veered off in a different direction, so we followed the bear tracks. They wandered around, under blowdown, back and forth across the mountain, but generally heading back towards Laurie's family camp. We could tell the tracks were fresh, as the claw marks were still visible. We also saw a place where the bear had bedded down. A little while later, the trail turned sharply up hill, and we almost gave up. We stood there talking and looking up the hill and I noticed a black figure up in a tree. It was a bear cub! It shimmied down the tree and vanished. Momma must have taken off too, we never saw her.
Saturday, it was windy and snowing lightly, and while the temperature was higher, it felt colder. We again wandered around the mountains, searching for fresh tracks. We found the continuation of the bears' tracks, but did not follow them. (You can't shoot a mother with cubs, or the cubs). We saw several fresh deer tracks, but when we encountered the deer, they were always does, and Laurie does not have a doe permit.
So, was the weekend a failure? Absolutely not. It was enlightening to be out in the woods for a different purpose. We were very quiet and I heard and saw more than I usually do: buck rubs (where a buck rubs a small tree with his antlers to polish them), birds, both by sight and sound, animal tracks, the wind, the sounds of the trees swaying, etc. I have never carried a weapon in the woods, and I am not about to start, but I gained some appreciation for hunting.
Friday morning, it was clear, calm, and about 10 degrees. There was about 6-8" of new powder on the ground. The recent snow made it easy to see animal (and human!) tracks. We moved slowly and therefore dressed more warmly than if we were actually hiking. We followed old roads, herd paths, and quite often bushwacked. Sometimes we would follow the animal tracks. I followed Laurie, since she was holding a gun!
Laurie is a NY State Hunter Safety Instructor, and a very cautious hunter. We wore a lot of red and orange clothes to be seen. A few shots rang out from time to time, but they seemed to be very far away. I never felt unsafe.
Friday, we came across a drag mark. Someone had shot a deer and dragged it out of the woods. We followed it a short while and then came across bear tracks! We thought maybe the bear was going to the remains of the deer, but it veered off in a different direction, so we followed the bear tracks. They wandered around, under blowdown, back and forth across the mountain, but generally heading back towards Laurie's family camp. We could tell the tracks were fresh, as the claw marks were still visible. We also saw a place where the bear had bedded down. A little while later, the trail turned sharply up hill, and we almost gave up. We stood there talking and looking up the hill and I noticed a black figure up in a tree. It was a bear cub! It shimmied down the tree and vanished. Momma must have taken off too, we never saw her.
Saturday, it was windy and snowing lightly, and while the temperature was higher, it felt colder. We again wandered around the mountains, searching for fresh tracks. We found the continuation of the bears' tracks, but did not follow them. (You can't shoot a mother with cubs, or the cubs). We saw several fresh deer tracks, but when we encountered the deer, they were always does, and Laurie does not have a doe permit.
So, was the weekend a failure? Absolutely not. It was enlightening to be out in the woods for a different purpose. We were very quiet and I heard and saw more than I usually do: buck rubs (where a buck rubs a small tree with his antlers to polish them), birds, both by sight and sound, animal tracks, the wind, the sounds of the trees swaying, etc. I have never carried a weapon in the woods, and I am not about to start, but I gained some appreciation for hunting.