When you work too much and don't get to hunt enough...especially when deer season is still in...you spend what moments you can recallin your last hunt.
There's this lil spot in Bammy that brother Don Wilson and his family shared with me back in Nov that I keep slippin back to. While the critters didn't cooperate, it sure does keep me going during the "dark to darks".
This lil patch of bottom next to the corn field was like a corner of heaven...sittin there in the stand you just knew God carved every leaf just for that moment at dawn that you got to see the sun reflec off it's frost covered surface.
Then that lil island of wood on Don's buddy's place that was offered as easily as an old rusty penny in his pocket.....
Yet it was gold to fellers who count some of their blessings in feather and fur.
Sweet memories....the ones that get you through the times when you want to quit and run away. Thanks Don, you'll never know how many times I've replayed those peaceful moments these last few hectic weeks.
Here's to all the sweet memories of all my fellow Tradgang brothers and sisters....may they be the last ones to fade from the halls of our memories....