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Day after day, I drive into work and park at the same old spot in the underground parking tucked in right at the back, away from any other vehicles. There is only one other car that shares the back with me and this car is only there every other day. It is a pretty fancy sedan compared to my older truck. So, when it is parked near my spot I have to manoeuvre a little more in order to place myself in a reverse position which makes it easier to get out at the end of the day as well as avoiding a collision.

But this blog entry is not about vehicles or parking. When I drive up to the last turn inside the underground parking in the morning where the other car is usually parked, I have now turned it into a game; can I really try to guess if the car will be there or not? This is also before I can physically see it. Almost like I can predict its presence, but it is after all just a mass of steel and rubber and so far my ability to be able to read the presence of the car without seeing it has turned up empty. And this is most likely because there is no soul or energy coming from the car.

I am a believer that if any hunter is fully immersed in natures elements and that their senses are in perfect tune even the unexplained one’s. I know that we can feel the presence of animal in the woods. On my last snowshoe hare hunt, I knew I was being watched and I had this un-explained feeling within me that I was not alone in the woods and only meters from me was a snowshoe hare in its freeze pose, staring right at me.

Another interesting experience that I had with wildlife in their elements was during a drive home in the winter time, I like to take the country roads on my drive home at night and on this particular evening there was a light snow fall, and on this road at one point there is a very sharp turn but people generally take it pretty fast. For some reason while I was driving up the to the turn, I had a strong feeling in my gut, it was like an instinctive queue to slow down. I let off the gas pedal and just as soon as I did a deer leapt out from the ravine and landed directly in front of my bumper and it turned facing away from me. I tapped the break gently and I slid on the snow and gently bumped it two more times, the deer tried to outrun the truck but slid in the ice below then as soon as it got traction it bounced again and disappeared into the brush.

It was not instinct, I felt the deer and I am a believer that over time I will be able to hone this gift.

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Truck Mud


It was still early in the morning and we had been still-hunting for a couple of hours now but my son was starting to get tired, so I carried him for a good part of an hour and finally decided that taking the truck to get to the southern part of the farm would be the best choice for crossing the creek and checking the other rock formation to the south for groundhogs.

So, I lifted the heavy metal gate, dragged it open, jumped into the truck and we drove right through.

I chose to drive down the middle of the field using the same tire tracks in the mud as the tractors. This way I would minimize the damage to the field.

Little did I know, I would be testing my truck engine to the maximum; worthy of the test facilities, I have been stuck in the mud many times before even in the heart of the Congolese jungle roads but this time it was different, I was alone with my son.

I drove down the slope very carefully and my tires instantly got sucked in and slipped into the muddy groves.

I made my way between the two barns and this is when the mud claws grabbed a hold of my front tires. Naturally I hit the gas pedal and gave it all I had and the truck tires spat mud all over the windows and mirrors. I was not impressed at first but then I began to enjoy it.

It was then that I really understood the appeal of off-road. I tried to go in reverse and I was digging my muddy grave.

I jumped out took a deep breath, assessed the situation and then thought of a strategy. I did not want to have to bother the farmer additionally I did not want to destroy his field or my truck.

I spent the good part of an hour digging out the heavy mud; it had the same consistency as clay.

I gathered old boards and flat stones and actually this was tougher work, then the digging through the muck.

Then I Jumped back into the truck and started a rocking motion to drive out aggressively constantly shifting from drive to reverse in millisecond intervals.

My arm was moving fast on the gear shift but it was working, I got it rocking and pushed it into reverse and gave her hell, I jumped and skipped and ended up driving in reverse at about 40 km and hour and was really moving, I then spun the wheel hard left and it worked and I managed to maneuver onto dry ground.

Once I figured out the best way up the hill, and made it back to the top, I was a happy outdoors man. It wasn’t a great day for woodchuck hunting but the trucking was great fun.

 

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