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.
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Well, look on the bright side, you now ‘know’ you need more work on the ankle. And you got some exercise! 🙂 I know, I know, Im an asshole… 😀
Well the downside is the wife and I are both wondering if I actually rolled the ankle and didn’t realize it. That isn’t the most comforting thought. It would mean the wreck did enough damage that my ankle is going to be much weaker in a permanent type situation.
I don’t mind the exercise, god knows I could use it.
Except for the ankle issue it sounds like a great day. Good exercise, beautiful scenery; what’s not to like? You don’t have to nail a target to have a good day hunting, and it seems you always learn something.
I once busted something in my foot, because I was dumb and wore sneakers on a major backpacking trip. 15 miles out, with a dark blue foot. That foot hurt like hell for years, if I landed on it wrong. Many years it took, but it finally healed up so I don’t even remember which foot it was anymore. Maybe there’s still hope for your ankle, is what I’m sayin’.