Well, I finally got out to go hunt this season. I took the Mountain Rifle and put on my hunting clothes (red long underwear, jeans and green wool shirt - as close as I get to traditional at this point) and struck off to the swamp. Other than one squirrel that was running away at lightning speed, I saw nothing. The rifle did not speak today. But, I did come home with some venison!
I know that does not add up, but here is the rest of the story as Paul Harvey would say... Last week while visiting my father in law, I called a buddy and shamed him into going hunting. I called him at 4:30pm. He got to his stand a 5:30pm and called me at 6:30pm to tell me that the buck was in his truck! Well, I dropped by after the unsuccessful outing, and he had just picked up the deer from the processor and gave me some of it!
I know that does not add up, but here is the rest of the story as Paul Harvey would say... Last week while visiting my father in law, I called a buddy and shamed him into going hunting. I called him at 4:30pm. He got to his stand a 5:30pm and called me at 6:30pm to tell me that the buck was in his truck! Well, I dropped by after the unsuccessful outing, and he had just picked up the deer from the processor and gave me some of it!
