If you’ve been following this site for a good stretch, you know by now we do an inordinate amount of shed (antler) hunting here on this South Dakota farmland.
And since the words “I do” left our lips, Country Man gained a new apprentice in his prairie and rolling hills adventures.
For better or worse, I wearily say yes to another evening of looking for dropped horns or those left by coyotes when I could easily find comfort on the sofa seat.
Here is one such account, and it begins like any other excursion:
Lured by the promise of competition, I set foot in grand country, commencing the hunt.
Ten minutes in, I detour onto the wrong path, ground that has already been combed.
Making my way back, we begin again and soon enter a streak of trees. My mood is not dependent on finding anything, which is a good indication that I will.
Through tracking bedding patterns, this winter’s movement, and evidence of the toiletry department kind, we know our chances are optimal in this area.
And soon enough, I stumble upon bones.
Using my remarkable detective skills, I deduce something died here in this spot, leaving room for potential in finding a full rack.
And the competitor in me squeals.
I say nothing, but in my head think I have won this round. Of course, it’s not about winning or losing. Ahem…
As we start toward the pickup, he decides to take one last meander through the side hill.
I wait at the top and old tired dog keeps me company.
After a good, long while, a blue shirt emerges forward, my eyes soon seeing the points over this man’s shoulders.
Dang it! He done beat me again.
Good thing we’ve got tonight… and tomorrow night… and Sunday afternoon.
I’d love to know… what’s an activity that you and your loved one enjoy doing together? Does is make for some friendlyish competition?