The view from the hill. It was a chilly early morning out hunting on our survival homestead for some of our tribe members, but a productive one that resulted in two bucks being harvested.
Hello Pack. It’s been a windy, chilly, and muddy week here on our survival homestead this week. Most of our preps at the moment involve hunting and processing deer. We are going to have our freezers well stocked for the winter, that’s for sure.
I think our blue heelers are as thrilled about all of the hunting as the rest of my tribe. Now, if I could just keep Jovie, Ruger, and Henry from dragging deer legs into my house, all would be right with the world.
Our region of Ohio is known both for its turkey and white tail deer hunting. Now that turkey season is over I swear those birds are taunting the deer and frollicking about in open fields is large flocks – just because they can.
I bought this cool game for the kids in our tribe, a Jr. Ranger’s game entitled Poop Tracks. Auddie, who will not be four until late February seems to be the most enthralled with the game, and the best at it.
You have to match the animal card with its track card, and with its scat card. Each card depicts the animal in its natural habitat to guide you when first learning the matches. It is an excellent survival homesteading homeschool activity that can be enjoyed by young to middle school-aged children.
Auddie delves through the guide book that comes with the inexpensive game both before and after playing. The artist’s renderings of the animals are very realistic, and include facts about each one.
She cannot read yet, but enjoys browsing and comparing the animals in size and feature, and noting which ones we have on our homestead.
A cougar – mountain lion card caught her eye, and Auddie wanted to know what kind of cat it was called. She knew it was not a bobcat because we unfortunately have them lurking in our woods. I talked to Auddie a little bit about mountain lions and added – “We don’t have them here.”
Well, I will never make that mistake again when little Audriella holds up a wild animal card. It was the very next day a cougar was spotted by multiple people and was showcased on a trail cam not two miles from our survival homestead – right next to a tribe member’s homestead.
We tend to call their place, “Death Hill” because animals always seem to die there in large quantities either due to a wild animal attack (once possibly a bear) or weird causes.
A few years back, before we moved out of town, a black bear walked down the street and made statewide news. I had a duck come up missing the same night, and the street the bear was initially spotted on was the next street over.
I am still thinking it made a snack out of Daryl. There we no feathers and no blood, she was just gone. Yes, Daryl was a she, but I did not know that when I named her and she had learned her name before I did. Her brother’s name was Meryl and he was a feisty little duck, probably my favorite.
Where we used to keep our horses in the summer before we moved, I also spotted bear tracks by their watering hole. It tends to be the early fall when bears are spotted in this part of Appalachia.
Juvenile males traveling up from West Virginia to Pennsylvania to find a mate and hibernate is what is believed to coerce them out into the open in our region.
Although the kids and I go on bear hunts here on our homestead, that is just a fun theme I use to teach them orienteering and tracking skills, we have never actually seen one here… yet.
My Bobby’s horse Andy, a Halfinger, sustained a pretty severe eye injury this week. I looks like more of a slice to me than a wound from a kick. If there is any possible way an animal can be injured on a piece of loose board, tin, or fencing, it always seems Andy is the one who falls victim. We doctored him up naturally last night, and he tolerated our tending a lot more patient than I thought that he would.
We stockpile natural remedies for our livestock and dogs just as deeply as we do for ourselves – there is also a lot of crossover. I generally coat every animal wound with a coating of my Popaw’s “Miracle Salve” because it not only promotes healing (in my personal experience), but it keeps bugs and debris out of the wound, and deters licking of the wound.
The salve is simple to make, 3 parts petroleum jelly and 1 part turpentine. It does not sting when applied at all. I have used it on myself pretty much forever.
One time, before I had given birth (so we are talking a few years back), one of my brothers used it on me, well kinda. He forgot to mix the turpentine with the petroleum jelly before pouring it on a finger that had been sliced deeply with a jigsaw blade and refused to heal.
Now let me tell you fellow preppers, that did burn and was likely the worst pain I had ever felt – it definitely hurt more than the initial wounds, that’s for sure.
This Week’s Questions:
- Do you go hunting as a part of your preps? What animals do you hunt?
- What plans do you have to treat your pets and livestock during a long-term disaster?
- What did you do to prep this week?