Remembering 9/11

I remember the whole day. I arrived in my office to learn that a plane had hit a building in New York. Standing at the coffee machine my co-workers and I thought why is a plane flying that low? Then the second plane hit. We turned on the news in the office and I’m fairly certain it did not get turned off until we left. I couldn’t reach my husband by phone who happened to be working near the Pentagon that day. The phones were jammed because everyone else was trying to call their loved ones. Rumors that the Baltimore beltway was going to be closed down forced my boss to call it a day. I picked up my daughter from daycare and sat in traffic. I remember trying to remain calm as I got my son off the bus. I didn’t want the kids to panic however that attempt was too late as he blurted out:”Mommy all the other mommies came to school and you didn’t. I was scared.” Later I found out that many parents went screaming (yes, that’s right) through the elementary school, running to their children. I understood their concern, but screaming through a school yelling, “My babies!” never did sit right with me.

The days and weeks after the attack were exhausting. Visiting my church and finding other people with the same blank expressions on their face; the news showing people wandering around New York looking for family members. I remember feeling sad, lonely and tired. And I was one of the lucky people that did not lose a loved one to the attack.

Lastly, about two weeks after the attack I sat in my living room, turned on my TV and purposefully set out to find a movie, a TV show, something that had nothing at all to do with real life. I wound up watching X-Men on HBO. That fit the bill. It’s odd how your mind can find things to help you cope. I wonder if X-Men is on tonight.

Essentials for my backpack

Below are some things that are always in my pack. I just will not go into the woods without them – no matter the season.

Pack of tissues-especially during the spring turkey season!
ChapStick
Flashlight
Some wire ties for attaching a tag
Snips to take care of any branches I might have missed during the set up
Folding Knife
Pen for filing out tag
License and tags
Permission slips
Saline solution-nothing worse than a dry contact lens in the stand!
Reusable rubber coated Gear Ties
Pair of black Red Head glove liners-these work great to use in the dead of winter under heavy gloves or on the spring as a light weight option
Cell phone

Additional items will get added at certain times of the year for different seasons or my weapon of choice but there are some things this girl cannot do without!

A tip when setting up a ground blind or tree stand

Hunting season is almost upon us.  In some areas of the country, people are already hitting the woods.  As you are setting up your ground blind or tree stand, please do yourself a favor and make sure you have the clearance necessary to make your shot.  If you have done so already, it doesn’t hurt to go back and recheck.  You might be saying to yourself, “What are you talking about Jo Ann, I’ve cleaned out my shooting lanes?”  I’m talking about the structure of the blind itself, like a support bar, that you need to make sure you can clear.

If you are using shooting sticks for a crossbow determine a comfortable height now that will also allow your limbs and bolt to clear the blind before that animal walks out.  The bolt can nick the blind as it leaves the crossbow if you don’t make sure the clearance is there.

If you are shooting a vertical bow, make sure you can pull that bow back and your arm doesn’t get hung up on any part of the blind itself.  Pulling back a bow and having your arm hit the side will either make noise or make you reposition yourself on the fly.  This rush might end up in a poorly placed shot or you just get busted by the deer.  Work the kinks out now before the season to ensure your success.

And don’t forget to read more Tips of the Week from Ladies In Camo: Ladies In Camo on Facebook.  An organization I am quite proud to be a part of!

Where I live in MD, it’s hot and humid right now

So take a break, get something cool to drink and watch my husband John on a self filmed 2014 hunt in Maryland.  It’s a video that’s short enough your boss won’t catch you not working!

Here’s the link to the Youtube video:

John’s 2014 hunt

Happy Hunting! Jo

Have you heard about Ballistic Creations jewelry?

Did you get the chance to read my product review about Ballistic Creations jewelry/  What?  You didn’t?  If you are looking for some original, handcrafted jewelry made by a member of the NRA Business Alliance, please check out this link:  Product review at Ladies in Camo

Hey Maryland hunters!

It’s a month away from turkey season.  Have you been practicing your calling?

 

JoAnn's 2014 Tom

JoAnn’s 2014 Tom

This is my Tom from a year ago. Not my biggest bird but he was a big bully and had to go!  I will be writing my story about this bird in a later post. Photo credit: John Herbert

This is my Tom from a year ago. Not my biggest bird but he was a big bully and had to go! I will be writing my story about this bird in a later post.
Photo credit: John Herbert

My newest product review for 30-06 Outdoors

Hello everyone!  I wanted to provide you with a link to my latest product review on the Ladies in Camo website.  While you are there please check out all of the product reviews and hunting opportunities Ladies In Camo has to offer.

Here is the link:

http://ladiesincamo.com/licpr/2015/03/04/30-06-outdoors-deluxe-camo-crossbow-case-by-joann-herbert/

 

 

 

Picture of case

30-06 Deluxe Camo Crossbow case Photo credit: JoAnn Herbert

 

 

A new look in 2015!

This year has started out with a bang.  In January I was able to attend the Archery Trade association (ATA) show in Indianapolis, IN.  Met some great people, froze my butt off and came home with the flu. Was it worth it?  Absolutely!  I could have done without the whole flu part but knowing that a lot and I mean ALOT of great people work in the hunting industry just inspired me to get out there and do more!

More like what?  For starters I have updated the look of my blog.  The old blog just felt tired to me and hunting is anything but tired.  Tiring? Yes – but exciting.

I also have to face some truths this year about the industry and myself.

So here goes:

I don’t name all of the deer I get on camera. Does that make me be less of a hunter?  I do name some of them-just not all.

I hate the red light on my husband’s camera.  People think I look comfortable in front of the lens – I don’t. I want to suit up, get out there and hunt. When did my hunt turn into getting a closeup? No one wants to see me close up at 6 am but I also love the fact that we share these videos. He’s going to need to tape that stupid red light over-I’m done trying to deal with it.

I hate field dressing any animal. I don’t want to suck it up and get on with it.

I hate being cold.  I’ll tough it out but that last half hour in the cold?  I’m like deer go away. So far I’ve never packed it up because of the cold but my heart wasn’t in it. I hate that.

I hate bugs.  Early season spiders and mosquitoes creep me out. I use my Thermacell but I’m just as likely to have a total melt down in the middle of the woods. Ask my daughter about me, the spider the size of my hand taking a ride on my hat and the scream I let loose.

I hate not being successful. Oh now that one is going to get me in trouble.  There is nothing, nothing, like sitting in a blind, watching the sun rise or the dew dry on a piece of grass.  Listening to turkeys gobble as the fog rolls in.  Hearing a snort wheeze for the very first time was fantastic!  Those memories are successes all on their own.  But lets face it-I WANT to get the animal I am hunting.  I want the drag. I want to make the phone call-hey-come get me-I got him.  I am competitive. Sorry I want the buck I’ve been getting on my camera. Back off.

Why do I agonize so much about a good shot?  I constantly feel inadequate.  I do practice and I am familiar with whatever bow/gun I am using.  So it’s not that.  I won’t be one of those people that video their hunts and then have high fives all around after the shot when everyone sitting on their couch watching the video knows that shot was bad. But I wish I wouldn’t stress so much over it.

I hate that I don’t know as much as I want to know.  Every single time I go hunting or just shoot my bow, I learn something new.  Yes every time.  I constantly try to learn more and more.  And yet I feel so ignorant of the amount of knowledge I should know.

So on that note-hang on, it’s going to be a brutal, in your face and hopefully fact filled 2015!

Meet My Inspiration……..

This article isn’t about a product review, a hunting tip or even about a successful hunt. It’s about the one thing that hunters rarely talk about. It’s about what you find while hunting or rather what you find when hunting is in your life.

There is one spot that we have hunted for about 12 years now. It’s an unlikely location for hunting but one that consistently offers up does and occasionally throws in a buck or two. And because we have hunted the area for so long, we are familiar with the area, the people and the wildlife. Last season, we started getting trail cam pictures of an injured doe that apparently had been hit by a car. It was either that or attacked by a dog. And remember how I said the location was an unlikely location for hunting? Well it’s a slice of woods that matches up to an even larger slice of woods outside of Annapolis, MD. Yes – just outside the city of Annapolis, the Naval Academy and all that. So considering how urban and congested this part of the state is, I am inclined to lean toward the theory that she was hit by a car. Anyway, we never saw this doe during the daylight hours. However at night she was constantly at the feeder. Her back right leg was badly mangled with a protruding bone. The white of the bone shown brightly on the pictures so it was obvious what we were looking at. I fractured my arm 10 years ago and that hurt for weeks. I can’t imagine the pain this girl was in. I contemplated taking her out before infection did. That is, if I ever saw her during legal shooting hours which we never did. John and I discussed the fact that we weren’t even sure if we could use the meat due to the infection. But to see repeated pictures of an animal in apparent distress is disheartening. On the other hand, she was smart enough to hunker down for the day, she was certainly mobile and she definitely wasn’t starving considering the corn that was disappearing from the feeder.

Then about 3 weeks from when we first saw her injuries, we received a surprise. There was a picture that showed her leg, more specifically the lower 8 inches of her leg, was just gone. A nice clean stub right at the end. And still she was completely mobile and independent. And from that the name of Gimpy Girl was born. Please, please I mean NO disrespect by naming this animal Gimpy Girl. You would know why , well as soon as you see her-she gimps around and she’s a doe. Period.

When the season ended, John removed the blind and cameras. Occasionally we would wonder how Gimpy Girl was faring. Round about July, we placed the cameras and feeder back. Shortly thereafter Gimpy Girl showed up. She is smaller that most does in the area but that doesn’t surprise me. We only see her once or twice a week so it does appear she has resumed the normal traveling habits of whitetail. This year, no matter what family member uses this blind we all have an understanding: If the only doe that walks in front of us is Gimpy Girl-then you go home empty – she is off limits. There have to be some rewards for perseverance.

Finally, two weekends ago, I sat in the blind, attempting to remain frozen while staring at a small hesitant spike out of the front window of the blind. He was hung up about 40 yards out. Then I noticed out of the side window movement of brown and then a flick of white. And there was Gimpy Girl-out and about in the daylight. A ballerina of the woods she was not. A step and step and then more like a bob of the head down and a hop. But in her jerky up and down movement of walking I was inspired. And she wasn’t slow by any means. How tough! How resourceful! She was and still is beautiful to me.

And now you see – this article is not about hunting. It’s because this creature inspired me I had to let others know. She deserved to have her story told. It’s not a big glamorous story but it’s a story that a lot of us could relate to. Life might knock you down, leave you with scars but it’s about how you handle that – it’s about what you do with that life that matters. Look, this doe isn’t a martyr-she is just a doe. But I believe if more humans acted like Gimpy Girl so much could be accomplished. It’s so obvious – and I learned that-from a doe. It’s a good feeling to know we share the same woods.

I have to fess up on a part of hunting I don’t like………………

I don’t field dress my deer.  There – I’ve said it.  Let’s call it another term-gutting a deer.  I don’t do that either , ha ha.  I know – I suppose if I take the time to practice shooting, setting up stands or blinds, taking the time, spending the money, expending effort into hunting, finally putting a good shot on an animal, tracking, recovering – shouldn’t I just know how to gut an animal? Sorry I guess I could-but I don’t want too!  And if a gal can’t turn to hubby or significant other and ask – Hon?  Then really what’s the world coming to.

On the other hand, John, my husband, doesn’t wear gloves at all when he takes care of the process.  He is elbow deep in the think of it, calmly explaining the process to me as I hold a leg or two. Sometimes I think he is under some delusion that I will pipe up and bellow (imagine hands & elbows waving with urgency) “What are you doing? That’s the best part! Get out of my way!”. But since that blessed day in his life has never happened, he insists upon walking around looking like a Halloween nightmare – complete with blood stained hands and an arm thrown in there for good measure.  So helpful (as I always am) I dreamed up a solution I am deeming the “Gut Bag”.  Its a bag that we will have in each of our vehicles.  I bought a cheap cloth bag with handles for 50 cents. In that bag there is a roll of paper towels, some old fabric towels that we had laying around, plastic bags, hand sanitizer and an extra knife. I presented this to John feeling fairly smart about the whole thing. At which point he replied, it’s blue. And I said so what? We are using it AFTER we shoot the deer, not before. I stated what if you have a nick in your hand, your gutting a deer and wind up with some type of viral or bacterial infection? There was some mumbling at this point which wasn’t clear to me AND I’ve been married long enough to know when to keep my mouth shut. Clearly my bright idea hasn’t went over with the troops on this house. But now I just want to go hunting and get a deer. I’m sure John will be thrilled when I present the Gut Bag with a flourish!

Here it is-the "inside" of my gut bag

Here it is-the “inside” of my gut bag