Dano...you're such a guy. I will tell you, though, that I carried a certain snakeskin-trimmed cane arrow with trade point on all my bow hunts.
Bernie, I was waiting for a new truck to display this on.
First sticker on the vehicle: We all know what sticker comes next! (TG, of course!!)
Part of the disorganizational trend of this hunt was due to the fact that I took possession of the truck on the second of November, got the cap put on it on the third, and left on the fourth. There was a lot of wild scurrying about that Saturday morning, throwing stuff in the truck and hoping I had left it reasonably packed and complete last year, notwithstanding the minor camping that I did during the summer.
Oh..hunting! So there I was on Thursday, November the ninth, having gotten to the Pawnshop around 3:30. Late, but that was because of the turkeys. Oh, hadn't I mentioned them yet? Sorry. Well, there were these turkeys, like they usually do during the week of bow season, feeding at the top of the logging skid behind camp. I go up this skid to get to the ridge that leads to the Pawnshop and a couple other favorite spots. Anyway, the turkeys were there, surruptitiously making their way across the ridgeline to feed in the top of the bowl under the little knob at the top of the skid. I caught the movement of the two glossy backs and stayed ducked, using my binoculars to look for the rest of them. It was a gang of hens and youngsters, and bronzed hope spread wide its wings in my beating hunter's heart.
Ooops. It is nine o'clock, and I have to go to bed. Gotta work in the morning, and the alarm goes off at 4:45.
Oh, here is a picture of Motormouth, as he shows me the ol' swimming hole at his grandparents' farm. I didn't bring my swimming trunks, so we went hunting instead.
Killdeer~Oh for crying out loud! Where is my snoozing gremlin? I am about to go beddy-bye, and the gremlin I use the most is GONE!! Will y'all just cut it OUT??