New Years day was my last hunt.(end of our season)
It was my only hunt all year that one or BOTH of my boys were not with me. They stayed home and had paintball games with some friends in the woods near our house.
The wind was blowing hard, and the unseasonably warm temps had our snow melting fast. Fog was moving quickly through the trees.
Deer had been pawing the leaves and snow for leftover acorns, and I figured my spot to be good.
I was about fifty yards from a spot where I shot over a big late season doe 21 years earlier upon "returning" to a traditional bow. I can still see those big fat feathers spinning perfectly as they passed over her back by a foot. She actually snuck back to try and figure out what happened, but stayed facing me. When she finally swapped ends and bounced off, I was a quivering mess. That day was COLD, and I remember shivering violently, with a smile, ear to ear.
The gloom brought an early dusk, and I carefully climbed down, without seeing so much as a bird.
Three hours of sitting in an Oak tree, listening to the wind and remembering some of the tracks I`ve made. Not the end of the season, the beginning of the next.