Wednesday: I slip across the border for the NC October opener mostly because it’s close to my Fort Mill home but this far from the coast and this early in the year, it’s usually just woodducks.
I wasn’t sure which one was the drake so I shot them both and was at work in time for the coffee pot chit-chat. No one at work is a hunter so I keep my morning to myself.
Thursday: ‘Was planning to hunt my second favorite NC spot but had a contractor scheduled to come to the home so I stay home. Invited Little Rubberhead for a weekend rail/deer hunt in the lowcountry but he was scheduled to work.
Friday: 1:30pm – what the heck am I doing at work? I call Dad, "Pack the truck; I’d be in Moncks Corner by 4:30." We leave for Orangeburg County 10 minutes later. The processor is also a taxidermist and knows how to take a good deer photo.
Saturday: Thunderstorms over the coast scare me off of my clapper hunt so I head to my best freshwater sora hole. It’s loaded with sora. I shoot 4 then lose 2 – I’m done. They don’t make a choke open enough for sora hunting.
I half-heartedly sit for an evening deer – nothing moves.
Back home - Dad measures the antlers - gross around 139" but with 15" of deductions - digging in the dirt with left side of his antlers probably cost that buck his chance at immortality.
Sunday: A grim reminder at the landing as the Berkeley county rescue squad is swarming the Cooper River searching for a scuba diver that never surfaced. I can’t imagine the search will end well.
I shoot a couple of moorehens. Yes, they’re legal and the season runs concurrently with the rail season. The toughest part of gallinule hunting is getting them to fly. I stop at two common moorehens then start looking for a purple gallinule. I don’t find one.
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