A few years ago, I found out what shed hunting was. I found the idea fascinating, so I leashed Payton up with his harness and we went prowling out and about in the woods. Our timing was probably off, though, and we found nothing.
Last year, I remembered this, so leashed him up and away we went again. But again, we found nothing – and probably, again, had some bad timing.
This year, I remembered a bit earlier, and off we went!
Six miles of trekking around in the deep woods later, we still had nothing. I came home and researched and wondered if I was too late, but heard of a lot of people saying deer were still holding where they were.
Well, circumstances happened and we weren’t able to get out again for several weeks.
But then.
WE FOUND ONE! Our very first shed. I searched the surrounding area methodically but was unable to locate the partner. It’s not very big, but it’s still a shed!
Life then got back in the way, and by the time we headed out again, green grass had sprung up several inches across the woods. There might still be sheds out there, but we’ve missed our opportunity again for the year.
Next year – better planning? More sheds?
In the meantime, we have a lot of fun hiking and spending time together, just the two of us, sheds or no sheds.
