So last Saturday some friends and I went out to seek revenge on some coyotes for taking my buddies top producing hen. We headed out at about 1530, sadly though it was sprinkling just before we left. Then once we got out in the fields the wind picked up. This killed us two ways, our sent was stronger from the rain, the wind would blow out the sound of the calls. The wind though would also help dampen the scent since it was fast enough.
This also ignores the fact that the previous two days were gorgeous and thus they would bed down at the sign of inclement weather.
Well we park on the back side of the hill, grab our rifles and start climbing up. All was well until we got off the CRP grass and into the muddy hill side. Each step moved me I swear a couple inches for the same amount of work to go feet vertically. I reached the top, winded but alive. But alas we needed to move further down the ridge without sky lining. Now I’m walking on uneven terrain and of course the outside ankle is the one that took a lashing in the auto wreck. When I say lashing, I mean just getting a bad sprain would have been a better day.
Well of course I just put on my hiking boots, not my Danner’s, so today my ankle has been killing me. Overall I think it is because a few muscles from the break along with the damaged tendons and ligaments just have never fully healed. There’s no question my ankle is strong though there seems to be one or two muscles that need some extra work. At least now I know exactly which muscle is in trouble and how to work it.
Doubly annoying is that none of the Wiley bastards showed themselves. All I got was this nice picture of the sunset.
As the sun got lower we gave up and started running around the property in the vehicle to see if we could flush them out… Still no joy. when the weather cooperates though, that pack is going to be toast.
At least I know of another way to get some exercise around here… I really miss living close to a pool.