Monday, August 1, 2011

Exciting Morning in Woodland Hills

turkeys coming down the walk [click for larger photo]

adults and little ones

buck across the street wondering if he can join the turkeys

he decides he can but is spooked when they hustle away



Have I told you my mule deer story? It did not involve a doe but a very mature stag. xx m.r


By the way, Scott, at what elevation above sea level is that - my guess, based the comparatively sparse vegetation is about 4,500??? x michael r.

Scott Abbott said...

sparse vegetation in the eyes of a seattlite.

for a utah resident, this lush grass at 5500 feet on a north-facing slope is unusual!

and no, haven't hear your stag story.


I was comparing the vegetation with what I know from my once island in the desert, the 250 sq. mile Lincoln national forest, the Sacrametoes Part ,
just east of White Sands/ Alamogordo that has three parts, the southern belong to Simcoe - Billie the Kid - County, the two sections further north, Lincoln - also B.t.K. realm - country. The central third is the Mescalero Apache reservation, and in excellent shape. Whereas the Simcoe part has the aptly named Cloudcroft as it hub at the western edge, although there is a town called Mescalero on the map, that is the only place it exists, the tribe is nicely dispersed, the hub of the northern third is Ruidoso, lots of Texans lots of motels. And the skiing on El Capitan/ Big Baldy. The southern slope down to El Paso graduates from a thick growt of Douglas Fir and alpine meadows to Pinon Pine and mesquite at 6500 to high desert grazing grounds at about 4,000. My guesstimate was based chiefly on that experience, altough I also once herded some cows up to the summer range near Williams Arizona. Was reading just yesterday about the cattle and the brisket disease of which they suffer at high altitudes. My "mulie" story coming up. xx m.r


For the 1985 hunting season I'd got myself deer bear and turkey tags. we were living, the only other year round couple, in Wills Canyon at 8,500 feet, about 5 miles due east from the nearest grocery store and bar, Mayhill, on the road from Cloudroft and Artesia and Roswell, a fine brook running through it, and one afternoon I went out with my single shot over under 30/30 and about half a mile further up our canyon, very lush grazing ground, towards where the other couple, the sole physician for the area, and his wife and 2 4H sons, horses, cows, I espied a mulie on one of the alpine meadows amongst a herd of cattle that the ranchers bring up there in the spring, but I didn't want to take a chance on shooting the mulie from that western side of the meadow, a lot of cattle inbetween and around him, and decided to work my way around to the eastern side where I would have a clearer shot at the truly substantial beast. I did so, and as I stepped toward the edge of the eastern heavily wooded side, my mulie leapt shot up in front of me out of the foliage and underbrush like a jack in the box, we both took horrified looks at each other as he bolted off. x michael r.

Scott Abbott said...

your story about the buck reminds me of the story my dad told every hunting season about the californian who shot a cow, thinking it was an elk.

slow elk, dad would say whenever we came across cows.


well, there were a lot of elk in the sacramentoes and the mescaleros would take the white man on a wild elk chase for a week for a fair amount of money and then you'd get to see one. all animals go into hiding at hunting season and those who raise animals in the 5 % of the land that was allowed to remain in private hands put dayglow tape around all hoofed animals and also on some that are not hoofed, because Texans shoot at anything that moves.