Camping and Bow Hunting Labour Day Weekend, BC

The long weekend is the opening of bow hunting in British Columbia. It's also for me the weekend I sight rifles and check out my equipment.

The logistics of keeping multiple adventure activities stored and sorted is a challenge for sure. Offshore sailing, scuba diving and wilderness camping are all activities where if you forget anything or anything goes wrong you can't easily stop by the corner store or ask the pizza guy.

First stop after leaving work was to visit the gun locker and collect ammunition, knives, sharpeners, rifles, bow, arrows, stringer, binoculars, compasses. I'd forgot my radio but had my satellite phone for emergency communication.

I couldn't find the keys to the Honda 250 on road off road motorcycle which resulted in a minor delay while I searched everywhere in the truck and bags but didn't find them. I eventually hoped they'd be in the Motorhome where they finally turned up. Locks are my bane. Thieves are a terror. Taking countermeasures against the ubiquitous theivery accounts for a half hour at least of everyday. I've got keys and locks everywhere but one can't live without them.

The traffic driving out to Chilliwack was already backed up for the long weekend despite my leaving work early. I imagine it got worse. I was glad to hook up my RV (recreational vehicle) and haul it over to the Husky where I filled the truck with diesel, the gas tank for generator and motorcycle, the propane tanks as well as filling the RV with water. Gilbert, the cockapoo, was excited by all of this and glad I'd brought his tennis ball, snacks and treats. Compared to me, he travels light.

I had this great audio tape of a 'Sensitive New Age Spy" and began listening to it as I headed up the coquahala. Great for night driving. Story line of terrorists parking an old tanker in Sidney Harbour, Australia. I was tired by the time I got to the Coquahala Lakes so just pulled off the road at the rest area where I found a place I could park for the night. What a beautiful night it was too. Gilbert cavorted about the RV under the moon and starlit sky and the two of us were out in wilderness. I had brought curried venison I'd made that week which with bread made a marvellous late night meal. Before going to bed I sat up a bit reading the Christian thriller 'Harbingers'. The idea is that 9/11 was a message from God to get back on track. I slept beautifully with Gilbert curled up beside me.

Next day we'd start off again up the Coquhala. I could have just as easily stayed where I was but figured since bow hunting opened the next day, Sept 1, on the Sunday I might as well drive north on the Saturday with the plan to store my trailer somewhere in the north for when I came back for rifle hunting moose. I studied the regulations and found out that bow hunting was open for deer and bear in the lower mainland but in Thompson and Caribou more things opened including rifle hunting for bear. If I reached the Omineca, which is where Prince George is I could even bowhunt moose and elk and not only bear but grouse as well was open for rifle. Now that seemed a plan or at least a heading since I could stop anywhere along the way if I wanted.

My friends who are retired just returned from Yukon and northern BC with each of them having shot a moose. I envied them their retirement because they had no real time restriction on their hunt. In contrast I was going to have to be back at work and was only going to have a week during the season for rifle hunting moose. Here was a great day for driving and listening to an audiobook. The country side is spectacular with the coastal mountains to pass then the ranchlands with tumble weed before the great grain fields further north.

I drove up to Merritt then left the Coquahala, a regular freeway, for the normal two lane highway that took me to Quesnel. At rest areas Gilbert had pee breaks and slept when he didn't have his head out the window. Not a bad life for a dog especially with a regular supply of little dog milk bones.

At 100 Mile House I got my Migratory Bird license from the Post Office. It's federal for ducks and geese. I learned then that ducks and geese opened in the north Sept 1 too. I'd not brought my shot gun. At Exeter Sport Goods I got more arrow bolts with the broad head for turkeys and grouse. I had enough razor blade heads for big game. I also got a clip for my 22 only to find I had one in the rifle which I'd thought I'd removed when I had it clean. I now have two. I got my my tags for mule deer and moose. I love 100 mile house and this gun store. It's got everything. I bought my bushnell ranger finder binoculars I love for bow hunting there a few years back too. The girls at the store are hunters and with the guys they make the whole business lively.

At Chicotin Guns in Williams Lake I couldn't resist, I could, but didn't, a combination 12 guage/20 guage over under Brazilian shot gun. The barrels are interchangeable and while I've a side by side 12 guage with long barrel I've not got a 20 guage which is better for upland birds. I'd bought a single shot 4/10 here years ago. It was argentinian and almost a boot gun. I'd carried it bow hunting with a slug in it for back up in grizzly bear country.
I was introduced to this gun store by my old friend Bill nearly 20 years ago when we were heading up north for a moose hunt near Vanderhoof. Great store and great knowledgeable folk there. I like stopping in for a break on a long drive and seeing what new stuff they have. I'd not planned to go this far north and didn't know duck and geese would be open. My reasoning though is that when I don't have the tools or the tags that's when I'll have the animals walk up at tap me on the shoulder so like a good Boy Scout I like to be prepared. The principle cost of hunting is the time off work and the cost of fuel for travelling so it's better to be equipped.

Chicotin had sold out of 12 guage buckshot so I stopped at the Walmart in Quesnel where I was able to get an elk tag and 12 guage buckshot. I also got Gilbert a Macdonalds Hamburger paddy. I had the quarter pounder. MacDonalds is a mainstay of hunting for Gilbert and I. He loves the drive throughs especially and gets excited just seeing the Golden Arches.

I drove on through Quesnel and past Hixon was finally in the Caribou hunting zone with all the possibilities of game open. Hixon is a favourite place of mine as I was staying in a motel there about 18 years ago listening to morning tv when I got watching this Hinkley Street show and thought my life was a little of course. I remember that day vowing I really ought to re think my life and get back on course as I called myself a Christian but wasn't too proud of the life I was living. Something about the wholesome folk on the Hinkley Street broadcast caught my attention and I had what later I'd call a 'moment of clarity'. Not knowing it at the time my whole life would take a rather huge turn around in the next couple of years and I'd find myself really only interested in spiritual matters. I even went on a pilgrimage to Jerusalem and Bethlehem and would never have thought of that before that morning in Hixon.

Well, just past that I found the Stone Creek Forest Road and turned off. Pulling a trailer as night was falling heading off on a logging road with all the difficulties of turning around or getting stuck called for prayer and eventually I found myself able to pull off the road and park the trailer so I could spend the night and be able to walk out on a hunt in the morning. Again the wilderness was wonderful and the stars were glorious in the night sky





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Othello Tunnels RV Campsite

What a day it's been. This morning I woke early, wrote then gathered a load of things to take to storage and all the stuff I'd need for a weekend. Many trips up and down the dock.
Jim's equipment is there and he's working this week installing the autopilot. I thought I'd give him room. Hopefully Tom will be able to fix the prop this week as well.
I drove out to Chilliwack. I'd decided I'd collect my RV. I'm hoping to hunt next week so renewed my license in Abbotsford. They've one of of the finest hunting stores. I bought an Excalibur bow  one year and often stop for ammo. I even renewed my fresh water fishing license once though usually I renew my fishing licenses at Army Navy store.
It was good to see the man who runs the RV storage. He's a thorough delight. Honest, caring, a really fine human being. Always so helpful. This time he helped me re install the batteries, redirect the water after having antifreeze in the lines, and checked my lights after I hooked up. What a mensch!
It's six months since I've had the RV on the road. So many moving parts. So much to remember. It astonishes me at times how I am able to juggle all these complex activities again. I pray. I'm so thankful for the help too. Good men reassure each other.
Thanks to Hannah I had the insurance for the RV.  I'd  only known I did  when I stopped at the Yarrow Insurance office.  I showed what I thought were the old insurance paper to the  girl only to have her laughing pull out the 2013 insurance.  There was the new sticker giving me till Nov.. I'd completely forgotten Hannah had taken care of this.
At Canadian Tire I bought a spare set of keys ie.  bolt cutters. I've lost the key to the lock that went with the chain to the propane tanks. Later, the gas station attended filled the propane while I filled the truck with diesel. Then I climbed into the box and filled the Honda Enduro Motorcycle with gas from the jerry can. Then I filled the jerry cans. Around the back of the station I found the fawcet, ran my hose from it and filled the water tank. I'd had to buy a plug at the Canadian Tire because I couldn't find the cap though I've located it now. I also had to replace the hot water zinc.
Finally with all tanks filled , I remembered I'd left my coffee inside, ran back to get it, and at last headed out on the road to Hope. The sun had been out the whole way out to Chilliwack and was still out. I might even get an evening bear hunt in I thought. I'd brought the 30:30 Rifle and ammo just in case.
I phoned the RV park and was glad to get a person who said the park was open. Some don't open till May though this one is open year round.
Bob was really pleasant and friendly. I liked that the park was out of the way rural and quiet. It was a challenge to back the RV into it's place but I did. Then I unhitched it from the truck, rolled down the struts, attached water and electricity. I got the heater going off the propane. The fridge had been cooling with the battery while driving but now it to ran off the propane. I got the slide out though forgot to clear it's way so had to fish out obstructions before I got it out giving the place a wider homier look. I keep thinking of getting a Stealth toy hauler but when I'm in this Rockwood Mini Lite I'm just so contented.
Gilbert was really happy with a walk along a logging road. He ran all over sniffing everything while I huffed along behind him. Back at the trailer I cooked up some noodles and used the toaster. I like toasters. I'd stopped for butter and cooked ham slices. Gilbert was glad to have his without the bread.
I wrote a poem for the April poem a day, not very enlightened writing. I'm quite exhausted. So much activity. So much new. I was almost overwhelmed by all I've done today. It's like this. The first day. I 'll be out again next week and it won't be such a challenge. Driving the truck and hauling the trailer wasn't at all the strain it was last year. I'm getting more adept at this, acquiring and honing skills.
I stopped at House of James in Abbotsford too and bought Hebrew flash cards. I'm makiing slow progress in preparation for my course that starts this week. I bought some Christian music, and books as well.
I talked to a man there who was buying another bible. He was interested in my interest in Hebrew. I told him I wanted to read genesis in the language it was written but I wanted to learn some conversational modern hebrew as well. I long to return to Tel Aviv and Jerusalem. They were such an inspiration when last I went.
Now I'm listening to the rain on the roof. It's so quiet here. Gilbert is sleeping at my feet. It's so homey. Being on land is a change from the boat. Nothing is moving. I hear a dog barking in the distance. Gilbert growled. Now he's added a little bark in his little dog throat.
I'm safe with him at my side. Nothing is sneaking up on us.
Now I'll go back to reading "All the Way Home," David Berner's remarkable book.