Through the Lens

Where’s the Bones?

Mon, February 27, 2012

My first defense in my inability to find sheds his year is that I really haven’t gotten out. I came back from NWTF overwhelmed and with a briefcase full of desk work, then I ended up stuck in the house thinking that I surely was going to pass from some bad case of winter ick,  convention crud, old fashioned flu. I was a walking Tamiflu commercial for over a week. My second defense - I can never seem to find them until things start greening up more. It’s just the way my eyes do or don’t work. Lastly- in Willie’s defense; it is his first year to shed hunt. Last year he was still way too full of puppy brain.

Willie and I have only been out a couple of days lately, and while he’s been spot on with bones, he just hasn’t managed to fetch up an antler out there for me yet.

My shed hunting partner in crime,  Adam Rutkowski,  has been finding them darn near every day.  And he’s finding some mighty fine ones at that.

Like any good friend, he has to call me to crow about his latest find, and text me pictures. After all, he wouldn’t want me to forget what they look like. Especially since I can’t seem to find any yet this year.

This one -  truthfully made me grit my teeth.. “Hey- look what I found on the way to work.. right there along road! Still had blood on it. Must have dropped it last night or this morning. ”

Holy smokes! It was a mighty thick and heavy chunk of bone. I couldn’t get my hand wrapped around it. Heck I could barely get my head wrapped around why we had not ever seen this fellow in the neighborhood or on the trail camera. Where this big old boy is hiding out, I don’t know - I do know I sure hope Adam or myself finds the match to this one! 

So shedless soul that I am this morning, I’m going to give it another try today. I’ll send Willie quartering out, nose to the ground, and hope he finds something bigger than his last find:

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