|Back to the Regular schedule (Hunt and FurFright)
||[Oct. 30th, 2013|12:19 am]
It has been quite some time. I'm finally back on a more regular schedule.|
At the end of September, I finally had my long deserved two weeks hunting vacation. My previous vacations were during summer, but it didn't ended up well with the forest fire.
We left Friday morning. Since our boat, cabin and lodge were gone, we had been hunting (pun intended) for replacements. We were able to get a used 21 feet aluminum boat with the small insurance return. We had to spend extra though for a worthwhile engine and an RV.
With the lodge gone, the main lodge was now to small for the group. So we bought a small haul RV 29 feet long. It's not the quality of the lodge we lost, but it still has a over, a fridge, heat and bed we would have to buy anew if we were to rebuild everything.
We drove the whole day, stopping only for fueling until we reached Matagami where stopped to do a final fueling and sleeping before the final run. During the fueling, I 'renewed' my (non) respect for the native of the North. Guy start fueling, then go snooze on his truck rather than stand watch.
I return from paying for fueling the turn and to begin fueling the boat when I notice a growing pool of water. Only, when I followed it to the source, I realize it was the nuzzle that didn't stop and the native's truck was spilling fuel all over. I jumped and stopped the fueling. What did the native do?
Get off of the truck, surprised, go pay inside, don't tell anyone, pay, and leave and leave us to clean his mess...
Saturday morning, we got up early, ate breakfast then head up doing the last 450 km of the 1200 km trip. However, it took us nearly 10 hours to do that last bout. Since the RV was over 15 years old and that the Jame's Bay Road as been unmaintained for years, we had to drive S.L.O.W.L.Y. otherwise we could have ended up with a broken pole or broken blades.
We were lucky to sometime reach 70 km/h, the average being 50 km/h depending on the amount of humps on the road.
Then we arrived near our lodge... Some of the area that had been hit by a forest fire 20 years ago also burned with this year fire. It was an atomic wasteland. Nothing was left. The tree were all burned down to stump and the ground was burned gray. Still, nature is strong and already shrubs were already growing up after only 3 months. Some were already 3 feet tall.
We unpacked and went to sleep.
On Sunday, we packed to boat and headed to the boat ramp to head for my cabin. It was quite windy and there were waves 3 feet tall on the reservoir. We were able to unload the boat, but that kind of boat is not design to land on shore, so I had to go in the water to board.
From Sunday after afternoon to the next Saturday we stayed at my cabin. Monday and Tuesday were warm day... Too warm even, with the temperature reaching 26C . Then wind and rain started to pour from Wednesday to Saturday. On Thursday, the ever smart forest ranger decided to come visit us by helicopter. But since the coast has been flooded by the reservoir raising, they didn't land, just took picture. But that kind of harassing is enough to frighten moose.
On Friday, we decided to risk making noise by cutting trails with the chainsaw. On Saturday, we decided to leave as nothing was moving.
We headed to the lodge, unpacked and repacked in order to leave to a friend cabin and lodge. We had to boat roughly 2 km on a small lake to reach it. On the way, we spotted a black bear, a "friend" of the moose hunter (because they attack moose calf, grr). As we reached the cabin, I could tell both my father and I were more equipped. That cabin was bare with nothing but a packed mattress (thus very wet) and practically no windows to watch. At dawn, I spotted something moving. Turned out to be the black bear that had followed up. We kept the guns close just in case it would decide to climb up to us during the night.
The next day, we planned to wait until noon, but since everything was dead (no track, bear having walking by, wolf howling at large, we decided to head back after eating breakfast. As we approached the shore where the lodge and car were, my father spotted something at the salt block. He first though it was a female that some hunters said was in the area, but as I scoped, I could see it was a young buck. We slowly approached, my father handling the boat and me aiming. With wind and wave, it's not easy to aim in a rocking boat. My father and I emptied our first clips, but when came the time to reload, my father's riffle locked. We realized later he picked the wrong clip as we were all carrying Tikka riffle and all Tikka share the same clip. So he accidentally took is 7mm clip and loaded it in his 308...
On my end, I was able to reload and managed to hit the moose down this time. My father dropped me so that I could go to the moose and finish it.
We spent the rest of the day gutting it and quartering it before loading it on the truck and carrying it to our lodge. After hanging it, we headed back by the construction camp, had a shower and closed our friend lodge.
We spent the rest of the week doing small chore around the area: Cutting wood, cleaning the main lodge, putting the RV on block, packing, skinning and wrapping the moose quarters, doing some ATV to see the fire damage.
The ranger stopped by and they told us they were the one who flow by with the chopper and weren't surprised we saw nothing at my cabin. Since summer, they haven't that much moose in the area.
Tuesday evening, after all the skinning was done, as we were talking with one of the visiting native, I spotted a big grey wolf in the wood. With everying burned, we can see quite afar. It turned around as it felt it has been spotted, but we decided to chain the moose head before heading in for supper.
As expected, in the morning, the head has been dragged to the far end of the chain, eaten where it has been cut off.
And the night before we were to leave, that wolf decided to call up. At nearly 2:00 AM, we were awaken by the mournful howling sound of a lone wolf. It sure is something to hear and I enjoy it each time.
On Thursday, we drove back home, taking the short gravel road this time as we left the RV there. I had a flat on my truck as it wasn't really made for gravel road, but otherwise, the trip back went well.
I spent the remaining day unpacking, cleaning and helping my father before heading back to work next Tuesday.
I only spent about 1 week back at work. Fur Fright was the week-end after hunting.
Picked Wallaby and her boyfriend, then drove down to Cromwell to the hotel. Stopped at Wal-Mart to get some supply and then picked my pre-registration.
This year was nice, but not as nice as last year. I would say it was an average over the past years.
First, I got nearly 3 sketchbooks that got hold back for roughly two days. The new 'Dragoniade' and the 'ABC' sketchbooks were dropped at the end of the first day and I didn't got them back before Sunday.
The mixed one also got hold back for a day. That only left the two transformation sketchbooks (the PG and the M) to pass around, which mean they got the most pictures. Still, was able to get 17 pictures in those 2 books.
Also, I wasn't much into panels this years. The choice wasn't as good as last year in my opinion. No history panel, only a limited number of arts related panels, no transformation panels, but plenty of gathering panels... The only interesting panel was one about werewolves.
Panel about cat furries to gather, avian furries to gather, are not real panels per see in my taste. I prefer informative panels over gathering panels.
Still, nice con and looking forward next year.
And I was able to get a good chunk of the update that has been put on hold since the summer.