I was recently putting away all of my gear and equipment from turkey season when it came to me. This time of year is officially the Doldrums for hunters.
Typically, as I offload my packs and gear at the end of one particular hunting season, I am simultaneously repacking and organizing for the next hunt which is never far behind. I am changing calls, optics and essentials. I am switching out from shotgun to rifle to bow. I am packing licenses, ONYXmaps and whatever else I need.
But it is the Doldrums and my pack (named Packpack) sits empty and withered in my closet. When I open the door Packpack makes me feel guilty. He just stares at me with a big, frowning zipper. But it’s not just that. Here are some additional signs that I am drifting about in the hunting Doldrums.
- I log onto the Colorado Parks and Wildlife website weekly to see when the small game regulation brochure comes out. Something has to be in season soon.
- I drive past all of my duck hunting honey holes every day. I find myself counting ducks, looking at the terrain and quietly letting all waterfowl know that they will be mine.
- I slow down to count geese. Oh man…there are geese. Lots of geese. They will be mine.
- I may have logged on to see when the 2016 waterfowl dates are. Still. Not. Posted.
- I begin irrationally hoarding all wildgame in the freezer.
- I have already purchased my turkey loads for fall. I wasn’t a boy scout, but I like preparation.
- My husband won’t acknowledge my repeated requests to go scouting. Something about no access yet. Pish. Whatever.
- I have rearranged the fall hunting licenses on the bulletin board by dates and alphabetical order.
- I went to the close out sale at Sports Authority for shorts. Didn’t buy shorts but did buy two new pairs of hunting gloves.
- When I pull out of the garage, I promise Lola (my bow) that I will pay more attention to her soon. It’s not her. It’s me.
- I sit on the deck with a glass of wine and find myself ranging objects on the ranch.
- I can neither confirm nor deny I have investigated the weather patterns and precipitation for the last three years for the dates of my sheep hunt. Don’t judge.
- I may or may not have mentally rearranged the house for potential incoming mounts.
- I have entered all posted hunting seasons in various states into my calendar. You never know.
So there it is. I have been cast adrift in the hunting doldrums and am impatiently waiting for the winds to change. It seems I will continue to mouth breathe my way into fall and continue my ever increasing Doldrum activities until that time. Until then…