Post by huxbux on Sept 28, 2006 21:49:50 GMT -5
Runoff Report
Lake County News-Chronicle
Last Updated: Thursday, September 28th, 2006 04:12:26 PM
I was in the midst of another simulated deer season when I stumbled upon what I feel will be one of the more revolutionary whitetail hunting techniques to come along in years.
Believe me, every year there are volumes written about how to better harvest your deer. Stalking and stand hunting, scents and scent-free clothing, the genre of deer hunting is as well stocked with pertinent information as is NASA before a shuttle launch.
But I have a new method that will make all others pale in comparison.
I’m just waiting for the season to begin to test my hypothesis.
As in all great innovations, dumb luck played a big part.
Last winter I happened to be stumbling along the snowy trail, carrying a new window to fill a large hole left in the side of the cabin. And stumbling I was. The snow was deep on my mile-long trek and a single sledder had packed a very meandering trail up toward the cabin and returned, not on the same meandering trail, but in a willy-nilly pattern left and right. About every other step broke through the crust of snow and fairly often I found myself looking through that stupid window at the surrounding woods as I caught my breath.
Please don’t ask why I didn’t bring the window up to the site before it snowed, but I didn’t. I never plan that way. Most great innovations arise after a struggle of some sort anyway. Edison didn’t take the easy route to the light bulb. The wheel wasn’t invented in a day.
Perhaps a half-mile into my trek I happened to look out the window I was carrying and noticed that a deer was watching me. Actually, he was watching a man looking out a window. Or he was simply looking at a window that appeared to be floating along just above the snow. For some reason, the man in the window was no cause for alarm, was no threat to life or limb. After a few moments of watching the deer I decided to open the window.
The deer gave no appreciable notice. It was just a window, after all.
I then noticed there was another deer, and another. Two does. They were all looking at the window no differently than they might look at a house standing there in the snowy woods. I made faces at the deer through the screen window, made a noise like a old victrola playing an Al Jolson song from 1927.
One deer went back to browsing, obviously not an Al Jolson fan, and the other two decided to go back to browsing on spruce and balsam buds, knee-deep in snow.
“Hello out there in radio land...” I said. “Coming direct to you from Hugo’s Ballroom in Brimson, Minnesota, Jerry and the Over the Hill Gang will play your favorite dance melodies...”
I think one of the deer wagged its tail. I was non-existent in the window.
I slowly moved closer in my window. I moved side to side in my window. I made faces at the deer from my window. I set the window down and walked side to side in the snow behind the window.
And then it hit me.
Hunting with a window.
I have since devised a window harness allowing for easy transport and stealth. It allows for 180 degrees of motion, with or without gun, and a prototype for the archer is presently in the design phase. The window comes in two models, one with actual glass panes for protection from the winds or one that comes sans glass for lighter ease in handling.
I am not a capitalist. I am a hunter. My idea for a deer hunting window is now officially public domain. Build your own model. Give it a whirl. I really believe it can be an invention for the ages.
Lake County News-Chronicle
Last Updated: Thursday, September 28th, 2006 04:12:26 PM
I was in the midst of another simulated deer season when I stumbled upon what I feel will be one of the more revolutionary whitetail hunting techniques to come along in years.
Believe me, every year there are volumes written about how to better harvest your deer. Stalking and stand hunting, scents and scent-free clothing, the genre of deer hunting is as well stocked with pertinent information as is NASA before a shuttle launch.
But I have a new method that will make all others pale in comparison.
I’m just waiting for the season to begin to test my hypothesis.
As in all great innovations, dumb luck played a big part.
Last winter I happened to be stumbling along the snowy trail, carrying a new window to fill a large hole left in the side of the cabin. And stumbling I was. The snow was deep on my mile-long trek and a single sledder had packed a very meandering trail up toward the cabin and returned, not on the same meandering trail, but in a willy-nilly pattern left and right. About every other step broke through the crust of snow and fairly often I found myself looking through that stupid window at the surrounding woods as I caught my breath.
Please don’t ask why I didn’t bring the window up to the site before it snowed, but I didn’t. I never plan that way. Most great innovations arise after a struggle of some sort anyway. Edison didn’t take the easy route to the light bulb. The wheel wasn’t invented in a day.
Perhaps a half-mile into my trek I happened to look out the window I was carrying and noticed that a deer was watching me. Actually, he was watching a man looking out a window. Or he was simply looking at a window that appeared to be floating along just above the snow. For some reason, the man in the window was no cause for alarm, was no threat to life or limb. After a few moments of watching the deer I decided to open the window.
The deer gave no appreciable notice. It was just a window, after all.
I then noticed there was another deer, and another. Two does. They were all looking at the window no differently than they might look at a house standing there in the snowy woods. I made faces at the deer through the screen window, made a noise like a old victrola playing an Al Jolson song from 1927.
One deer went back to browsing, obviously not an Al Jolson fan, and the other two decided to go back to browsing on spruce and balsam buds, knee-deep in snow.
“Hello out there in radio land...” I said. “Coming direct to you from Hugo’s Ballroom in Brimson, Minnesota, Jerry and the Over the Hill Gang will play your favorite dance melodies...”
I think one of the deer wagged its tail. I was non-existent in the window.
I slowly moved closer in my window. I moved side to side in my window. I made faces at the deer from my window. I set the window down and walked side to side in the snow behind the window.
And then it hit me.
Hunting with a window.
I have since devised a window harness allowing for easy transport and stealth. It allows for 180 degrees of motion, with or without gun, and a prototype for the archer is presently in the design phase. The window comes in two models, one with actual glass panes for protection from the winds or one that comes sans glass for lighter ease in handling.
I am not a capitalist. I am a hunter. My idea for a deer hunting window is now officially public domain. Build your own model. Give it a whirl. I really believe it can be an invention for the ages.
