The importance of persistence
When you get in your 60s, deer hunting requires a little more praying and planning, a degree of Yankee ingenuity and a lot of humor.
Below is an email I sent to my daughter and her business partners after hunting their orchard in western New York last month. I thought your readers would enjoy it as well.
Kaari, Rod and Karyn,
Thanks for letting me hunt the orchard yesterday!
The Story of the Great Hunt at Fish Creek Orchard: Nov. 27, 2013
Like any good success story, it all starts with a plan.
“Failing to plan is planning to fail.”
-Get the OK to hunt the property.
-Get a partner to hunt with. (I’m getting too old to drag deer out by myself.) I recruited Frank Moyer, a local young guy. I recently bought a snowmobile from him. He lives in Albion, a good local hunter who had the week off.
Arrived at the property at day break and immediately used the super deer stand at the end of the property. Thanks, it’s great. After less than an hour, two does walked by. I let them go. Shortly after, one big buck appeared, and with a well-placed shot, I removed one large, apple-tree-eating deer. All is good.
The big dead deer is on the other side of the stream.
Get strong young partner to help float the deer to my side of the creek.
How do I get the big, heavy deer up the 50-foot, slippery clay cliff?
I noticed that you have a forklift that could easily be converted to a deer puller by attaching a long rope. It just so happens I know how to drive a forklift and had a long rope. Thanks for leaving the key in it.
On the first attempt, the deer got within 3 feet of the top of the cliff when the rope broke and me and the deer rolled back down to the bottom of the hill. I was a little dirtier but not discouraged.
I needed a stronger system. I happened to notice that you had a coil of wire that you use for the orchard. I had to borrow about 50 feet. It worked perfectly! The deer was now at the top of the hill, where he posed for pictures.
How do I get the deer to the local guy who could process the meat?
I had an SUV, and Cindy frowns if it is returned with deer blood. Frank had his small car. I almost had to call you for help, but I convinced Frank to go back and get his pickup. This was accomplished with a gas fill-up bribe.
I am going to have the head mounted. It is a rare 10-point buck. This one had a unique rack where one side was off-centered.
I wanted to mention this: You might want to check those New Zealand apples. It could be causing mutations in the deer. Just saying!
Thanks for the hunting rights. The bill for the deer removal will arrive shortly.
Joe Ginsburgh lives in Rainbow Lake.