Tim Richards
32 Cal.
- Joined
- Apr 12, 2005
- Messages
- 46
- Reaction score
- 0
Sunday afternoon was clear, cool and perfect for woods time. I grabbed the new flintlock, wrapped it in a blanket, grabbed horn and pouch and ran out to catch up with my son and nephew, who were going bow hunting at the old homestead. I figured riding with them would save me gas money, let them pay for it, eh? We get to the field and the boys put on their camo, spray themselves with some kind of stuff that is supposed to make them scent-free, my nephew grabs his bow, my son grabs a video camera. They are convinced they will take a buck this evening and want to video-tape the hunt. I take myself in smelly colonial clothing and head south, for the oaks and this season's large acorn crop. As I walk the edge between the cornfield and woods, I find a very large hornet nest, the bottom has been ripped out by something, maybe coons? The nest