The Trilogy?-Day Two: 2018 MN Archery Season; Tamarac Refuge

A Bear, a Beaver… a Buck? This was how I thought the evening trilogy would play out.

I was driving to one of my hunting spots on the Tamarac Refuge when I witnessed a big old Black Bear sitting on his haunches and pulling down corn stalks for supper next to an empty county highway. Latter, while I walked to my ground hunting area, a Beaver scooted across the path and plunged into its run, splashed, and disappeared to the safety of a pond. I took these sightings as a sign I would close the evening with a set of three, and bag an early season buck!

The wind was right for an afternoon hunt. It was the same location I wrote about from last year’s hunt with a story titled, The Rattled Deer, where I was busted trying to lure in a buck from natural cover with an old set of rattling antlers.

I was ecstatic, and filled with the wonder of being in the field again with my bow.

I left my vehicle on a maintenance access and set out on a ski trail that led to my destination. The area offered two big wood formations with a large field of wild grasses and Willow stands which served as a divide. Tamarac Lake hugged the far end. It was a mystical place. After a half mile of slow walking along the tree-line I slipped into a funnel that jutted off the field, found my ambush, and settled in.


An Autumn Sit


Burnt orange ceiling


Over yellowing green


White Pines towering


Wait for winter rest


Impatient Geese break the silent anticipation

The day spent itself. I waited until the last once of shooting light dissipated, gathered my gear, and hiked through the dusk laden field with a full heart. I was surrounded by creation. The trilogy did not materialize, but these images, and this complete joy, never become weary.


A part of me,

remains in the wilderness.

A part of the wilderness,

remains in me.