I’m working on getting material to finish the platform for the cabin and getting geared up for hunting season. Hunting season is going to be short for me, 7 days, and then I’m heading down to work on the cabin. I really need to get the cabin platform done before the snow flies so I have a place to store material. It’ll be much easier to haul materials in over the snow this coming winter then by ATV.
Anyway, I’m heading out tomorrow (Sat) for the day with Jake and Scott to see what kind of shape base camp is in and get firewood cut and do some house cleaning as it were. It’s going to be a long day I think.
Since Trish is in Oklahoma helping out her mom, I’ve been doing double duty with the grandkids and pups. Pax has been looking a bit depressed, which probable has more to do with Sassy being in heat than Trish being gone, shhhh, Trish thinks he’s sad because she’s gone :<) So last night I figured I’d take him on a long walk and as were heading back to the house, he stops in his tracks, ears go up, heads turning left and right and he’s pulling on the lease big time. Oh, so there’s a momma moose and calf 30 feet in front of us, I stepped out and around from the tree I’m behind and let her see me, see turns and heads towards the slough. No biggie. So we almost get home and here’s momma moose again, sitting in my front yard with her calf behind her, again, no biggie, I’ll just keep walking and go inside. At this point Pax decides he’s going to bark his head off and momma moose doesn’t like it, ears go back and down and she starts coming at us. There’s only about 60 feet or so between and I know she can make that in two seconds, so I grab Pax and fast step behind my pickup truck and she stops. Whew, so now here I am with a barking 20# Terrier in my arms, a momma moose who thinks I’ve already come to close to her calf and nowhere to go but around my truck to keep momma moose’s legs out of range. The front door is only 12 feet away but I can’t get to it with momma being so dang gone defensive. Well, we did the dance around the truck once and she went back to her calf, so at least she’s now 100 feet away and I head for the door, get in the house and grab my camera. So here they are eating and drinking and looking at me like “what, you still here”. Once the barking dog was in the house she didn’t seem to mind me getting within 50 feet of her and her calf, of course I did stay inside the green house, just in case she got frisky again. [flagallery gid=59 name="Gallery" skin=StylishGrey]
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