A Plan is Formed

We have decided that we have enough square bales in the loft of the barn that we can afford to part with the round ones we have outside. The ones that are exposed to the local wildlife.

There is a herd of elk, deer and a few moose that want it bad. I want the money out of it worse. Last night I stayed up most of the night and Hubby switched off with me at 5am. Yesterday I spied an elk with 5 points on each side. Hubby guffawed at that. “You must have better eyes than most to be able to pick that out in the dark!” I swore that that’s what I saw. The elk was in the headlights and I made a quick count as he turned to leave. With no hunting season that really sucks (We have to wait until December 21 now). Not that I care about the big horns…they don’t make good soup. I care that it will use them spikes to rip at the bales and trash our gates. I also don’t want to step around a bale and find one defending its food! They used to run, but now they are getting too tame. We’ve ‘blammed-away’ trying to scare them and it hasn’t worked very well. They take a few steps out of range and turn and stare tauntingly at us.


Bull Elk


tracks-into-the dugout-again

Remember where the dog almost met her ‘waterloo’? There are elk tracks almost out to the same spot in the dugout!


I have found a sale for them, but have to wait on a truck to come. If we haul them ourselves. a little at a time, it with take a month. I don’t have another day of patience. I don’t look forward to another night of fending for the feed.



If they just ate a little it wouldn’t be so bad, but this is what happens with elk: they smash and crash, paw the twines off that hold the bale together, munch it down, rake it down into a ramp, and lastly pee all over the top so nothing wants it. You can’t have the fences too close. You can’t have them far away either or they have room to jump in. It just has to be mighty strong and exceptionally high.

The animals have a copy of the hunting regulations and no when to come around. They know when I am tired. They know our dog is a lazy…

I’ve also been calling around looking for a native that is hungry and has a treaty card to make it lawful. So far no luck. The ones I’ve called aren’t that hungry, don’t have a gun or something…………

Now if they fall into the dugout, we would have to wait until they died (for safety’s sake), and then rescue them…and then, unfortunately, Fish & Wildlife would dictate where the meat went. It wouldn’t seem fair would it if we couldn’t eat it, does it? Especially after feeding them…but that’s how it is.

I am grouchy and tired, but more worried than either.



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3 Responses to “A Plan is Formed”

  1. So you fatten up the deer and they allocate the meat elsewhere. Nice. Probably run right down and make some deer sausage. You should be offered it first. Anyway Question: how do they know when a random deer falls into pond and goes missing? I am just curious. I would never suggest you do anything illegal of course. I think you should if you can, stay up in shifts until hunting day. They will be somewhat used to you by then. Then you can take your animal and tag it in a few mere minutes and get it into the deep freeze. Do you both have tags?

    • sherry says:

      We have a tag for a mule, but these are white flag-tails. They don’t care if a deer dies, but it just better not end up in your freezer. Somehow game wardens have sixth-senses about that. We can also get a female elk later on.

  2. All the people you know with tags should hide in the hay bales and then jump up and Kablam! What am I saying. That sounds like any ugly scene. Blehk!


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