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Hunting season is around the corner...
With the gun deer season two months away it is time to start thinking about the harvest.
Now is a good time to oil up the rifle and take it to the range and check it over. The worst time to find out it rusted shut or a firing pin broke is the weekend before a hunt. Repairs take time and so does ordering parts.
It is also a good time to stock up on ammo before the selection is reduced.
Checking over your gear to see if moths have eaten your favorite lucky sweater or repairs you forgot to do last year can be finished.
It is also a good time to pull last years harvest out of the freezer and use up the remaining meat.
I have seen and heard many horror stories of failed hunts because a man wasn't prepared and figured if it was good last year it's fine now...
Do NOT chase tail. Turn yours around and live FREE!
I probably should be hunting animals, too. It´s in our DNA, you know, to get to the meat of the matter. There are many ways to do this (Carpet bombing runs, rail artillery, high powered sniper rifles, traps, fishing rods, nets, pointy sticks...). Not a bad idea, really, to learn and get used to dress and process animals, subsequently.
I think, I can do without all these explosions, though.
You know, at the time I err am almost daily on the hunt for hazelnuts. So, I bring home the nuts 🤣 hundreds and hundreds of them are lying around on various even surfaces in my place, while I am certainly busy figuring out, what to do next with them. This year it´s the first time I managed to be quicker than the squirrels (who are not too bright, either) and gather (what I come to think of as) a respectable amount of hazelnuts - before these little fuckers took virtually all of them and then bury them somewhere and then forget about them, later! Oh, I love them hairy, puzzled, lil´ bastards, but this year - I can tell ya - they don´t get all the nuts! No, sir!
It´s a nice and mostly quiet thing to do - for about half an hour, each day, and (doing it after everything else is done) before I get the feeling of my legs moving into my rump, because of all the standing around, that is involved in this - and there are almost no explosions going off near or distant, except for an occasional squirrel, which is exploding in protest and anger over me doing this at their bushes. These bold little creatures! They shower me in a worked up rant and - I am sure - swear at me, when they come around and get the picture of what is going down.
Doing some sort of harvest in September is a sheer balm and rejuvenation for the stone-cold, black void I call me a heart and soul. Hehehe. Luckily, in early autumn there is "the second coming" of the burning nettles, as well, that brings very delicious new shoots and has me harvesting them in great numbers for salads and spinach.