I’m writing this on Wednesday, August 14. Yesterday I completed my winter firewood. This date in 2001 found me deer guiding at Blackwater Hunting Services in the low country of South Carolina. Yes, full blown deer season. I believe the heat index was around 115 degrees. Talk about busy.
I had no typical day except that it started around 3:30 a.m. for me. During August it didn’t get dark until after 9 p.m. Most deer are shot in the last 10 to 15 minutes of daylight. In the event of a bad shot (crippled deer), it’s my job to take a dog (Lab) and do the trailing until it’s obvious it won’t be found. That could take a couple of minutes or hours. It made for several 20-hour days. I don’t believe it will be that hot the latter part of September when archery season opens for deer—there is a Santa Claus.
Although, it might sound silly, I’m trying to decorate the inside of the duck blind. Hmmm! I’m trying to make it, Hoot-r-istic! Typically, we brush the blind Labor Day weekend. The next weekend is the early teal/wooduck season. Wow! Then Halloween, Thanksgiving and duck season.
Although I don’t know the dates for the regular duck season, I’ve been told we’ll have 60 days. And like the 2,000 year-old mouse, I’ll be there every day. For whatever reason, this duck season is very special to me. I guess the weather's getting to me.
Note: With dove season very close (opens noon September 1), it probably wouldn’t hurt to knock the dust off of your smoke pole (shotgun). As always, Slick, don’t get all uppity, just because hunting season is approaching. If the river gets right, I’m coming after you.