2005 Hunting in Kane, PA
Alas, 2005 was not the best of years for hunting at the old camp.
We arrived at the camp the Saturday after Thanksgivings Day and
opened the camp as we did the previous year. The temperature outside
was about 28°F while the temperature inside the camp was under 25°F
so Clay made the fire. I continued onto other things, little
comforts such as running water. I turned the main valve to open and
didn't experience the rush that I had one year earlier. Upon
inspection, and to my dismay, about five elbows pulled apart from
freezing.
We got the fire started and went off in search of a hardware
store which was closed last year. In town I ran into a local
automotive supply store and inquired where I could find a plumbing
supply house. The Buyers Fair is a local, mini version of the Home
Depot, without all the stuff. They did however have enough to piece
the camp back together.
We spend the better part of Saturday and half a day Sunday
repairing the camp. We did manage to get some scouting in though.
Monday morning, opening day, we trudged off to our spots. Clay
pretty much thinks that Bradford should think about changing his
spot because he hasn't seen a deer there in six years, make that
seven. Clay and I picked spots that were close to where we were last
year. Upon entering the woods it was crisp and snow was still on the
ground. During the course of the day however the temperature climbed
into the fifties. Have you ever watched snow melt? During the period
of the day most of the white landscape turned back to its original
state.
It rained on Tuesday and there is nothing more uncomfortable than
hunting in the rain with no deer in the woods. Clay and I ventured
out in the rain to visit the Kinzua Bridge State Park where the old
rail road bridge collapsed during a tornado several years earlier.
What a sight to see. The steel was twisted and severed like it candy
licorice sticks. At least we kept occupied for the day.
No one at our camp saw a buck and only a few of us saw doe.
Misser Cray say, too bad camp got skunked; better ruck next
year...Rots of raughs this year, huh Joe?
