The Problem I Think is We Need Larger Zip Ties
When a Problem continues to present itself, most intelligent beings will sit down and try to find a solution. Such it was this year as I came home with a little forked horn deer the first day of the Idaho deer season. Now no one loves the tender little steaks from a forky more than I do, but once in awhile it would be nice to have a little more horn to show for it. I guess its a little vanity and I suppose a person should be satisfied with any success because there are those that eat tag soup out there. I’ve been there and done that too, but then when folks ask about your success you can always say, “no, the one I was looking for never presented me with a good shot”. It lets you sound like you were unsuccessful because you were selective. I need to reinforce the thought that in reality I love eating those tender little morsels a little too much to be very selective. So if I don’t have the discipline nor the desire to be selective, how can I be assured of getting a little more horn. I think I’ve finally hit on the answer as I was back packing my bundle of steaks and roasts off the hill this year. I’m sure if there is any doubters out there I will hear about it.
Our season opener began at 5:00 am when Sue and I tried to find the alarm clock that was making a terrible racket at such an unearthly hour of the morning. We drove to where we usually hunt and there was vehicles all over the place. Evidently the word was out that there was meat on the hill for the taking. As we climbed the hill and the day got lighter, we began to be able to see a line of hunters on both sides of us working their way up the hill to the ridge. Sue was pretty disgusted with the situation but being older and…, well we’ll leave that up to others to decide, I told her lets just cool our heels, let them head on over the ridge and we’ll wait for them to kick something back over to us. Sounded reasonable enough for Sue, but no one was more surprised than I when it actually happened. Don’t ask me why I shot instead of Sue as that in itself is another story. And yes she is still talking to me. Maybe she was waiting for more horn, huh? So it was while packing my prize off the hill that all this serious thinking took place.
When you buy your tag in Idaho they give you a little skinny wire so when you are successful you can tie the tag to the deer with this wire. It is definitely long enough but it is so skinny that it looks way to weak to accomplish much. Another problem is Sue has very little feelings in her finger tips and I have found out that as I’ve gotten older my fingers act like thumbs. So this little wire is about worthless to both of us. You can’t use what you can’t feel, so we have turned to zip ties. Stick that baby through the slot, pull it tight and it isn’t going anywhere. I’ve noticed the Fish and Game people at the check station don’t like them for that very reason, but I don’t care because the last thing I want to worry about is losing that tag as it is my ticket to good eating and keeps me out of the pokey. We have been using the small zip ties for years as those are the ones that work best on forkys. So on the way down the hill I just got to thinking, why don’t we just buy bigger zip ties. Bigger ties I’m sure will mean bigger deer to put them on, right? I love it when a problem has a simple solution like this one had, stay tuned to hear of Sue’s monster next week!