So I feel a little bit like a creeper. Today, in a desperate attempt to bag a buck, I hunted around all morning, and finally decided to peek in on this clearcut I like to go to. As I get to the clearing, I hear a vehicle on the road on the far side, so I stop in the trees and watch. The vehicle stops and two rough looking men get out, and walk about 50yds from the truck. I can hear them talk and can even make out a few words, something about minimum wage, and theres a gate up the road farther....as I watch them with my binoculars, I can see them passing a joint back and forth, one man obviously telling the other about the area, as he points up the hill then down it. Im hidden in the darkness of the timberline, over 400yds away with the sun at my back and in their faces. The only way they could ever see me is if they knew I was there and had a spotting scope. I took note of every detail of their voices, attire, mannerisms, and vehicle, and pieced together the clues as to who they were and what they were doing. I watched their private few moments there that were not ment for anyone else, and they never even knew. Made me feel...well, odd, I guess. Their reality was viewing this big, open clearcut and enjoying a smoke and the feeling of solitude and peacefulness, when the true reality was that they were being watched by a 54, 130# girl with a loaded rifle. Kinda gives you the creeps, because who knows when thats happened to you, right?
Posted on: Wed, 05 Nov 2014 21:28:11 +0000
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