We are not forgetful, just absentminded
he thing about having trail cameras all over the farm is a person has to check them. This is a good thing. It is a good excuse to get outside and enjoy nature.
We are now up to five cameras and Damon has two. Depending on the placement, we can cover most of the prime trails and feeding areas on 600 acres.
It might be helpful if Damon and I communicated on where we located the cameras. After the fact, we discovered we had each placed one within 20 feet of a promising location near a ditch. My camera got pictures of the deer going into the ditch and his got pictures of the same deer as they came out. It turned out to be one of the better locations, but better use could have been made of the camera in a different area.
Sunday afternoon, I asked my wife if she would like to go check cameras with me. She is always game for a ride on the farm just to see what is going on, even if we have no real purpose in the trip. She also thought to bring the map of camera locations and the GPS we used when my friend, Dick, and I placed them in random spots all over the place.
My wife was with me a couple of years ago when we were moving camera locations almost weekly. We had been busy chatting away and completely forgot where we put one. We did not find it until the next spring, and that was purely by accident. She had gotten ahead of me while hunting mushrooms in a remote part of the farm, turned to say something, and there was the long lost camera. We decided then and there, we were at the stage in our lives, we could hide our own Easter eggs and be perfectly content with the results.
As we took a leisurely Gator ride along the route down trails and deer paths, we found we had pictures on every camera, from six to twenty-three. Camera number two, the one nearest Damon's, had the most pictures. We apparently both know a good deer trail when we see it.
There were several good pictures of a big eight-point buck with most of his velvet gone, always seen with several does. We also saw several deer watching us as we motored around. We drove by a doe and fawn that stood perfectly still as we drove within 20 feet of them. They were convinced we could not see them so we let them go on believing anything they wanted.
Past the cabin, a set of twin fawns watched us go up the hill looking at us as if they were wondering what we were doing in their pasture.
The sun was rapidly going down when we got back to the cabin. What is a trip to the farm without fishing? We had to stop, if only for a few minutes. I caught a small bass on my first cast and my wife caught two more within just a few minutes. We hated to quit, but we knew it would be getting late by the time we made the return trip of close to a mile over hills and through the woods.
It was dark by the time we got back to the truck, but we it did not matter. We had a pleasant evening sharing the outdoors and wildlife, plus we even have some good pictures to show for the trip. The best thing is, we did not misplace even one camera. Perhaps we are not all that forgetful.
Walter Scott is an outdoors enthusiast and freelance writer from Bloomfield, Iowa.