Now that I think of it a little more. My very last hunt I would want to be in my familiar woods. A light frost on the leaves but it's quiet walking...everything is still....that rotting leaves smell. The chill in the air, but the sun is coming up warm. A nice walk about, ground hunt for deer and grouse until lunch. if I get me wish, I have two grouse in hand when I return to the cabin. But first I explore every corner I know....every hidden norway pine grove I know...and every scrapeline I've ever plotted...and through the cedar swamp one moretime.
If I could choose to expire in my treestand a half hour after sundown, I think that is exactly where I would want to go. Provided I could have my wife and kids in there with me. .... and one last request would be one more close encounter with that huge buck that came in too late in 05'. Uffda what a dandy.
A huge silhouette on the ridge and circles chasing that doe again with white tines a blazing in the twilight...10 yards out and broadside again...only this time he's 10 minutes earlier. I might just shoot low this night