Nope, I'm not 50 years old. (I would love to go back to 50!). Last Saturday was opening day of deer season in Georgia and marked the 50th consecutive opening day hunt for me. I count from the opening of gun season, because in my younger years I did not bow hunt at all. However, this is the 17th year that I have hunted exclusively with the bow. Man how the years go by, and WOW what memories!
It was a really great weekend. I camped out on our property in back of my son's house. My son brought "little Boy", as I call him, to see Grandpa's camp. Sam III, his real name, had a blast, but you really have to watch a 22 month old toddler closely in camp. Everything is either hot or sharp. Maybe next year he can spend the night in camp. I really look forward to him reaching that stage.
The chili was exquisite and got rave reviews from my daughter-in-law, who is a most excellent cook, herself. Plus, I finally made two perfect batches of biscuits in the Dutch Oven. Baking is not my strong point.
The hunt did not produce a bloody arrow. I was hunting a ground brush blind that is new this year, and two deer came in exactly where I reckoned they would. The fly in the ointment was that they came by while it was still too dark to shoot. Nonetheless, the weather was great, and it was a beautiful morning. But the really funny thing is that Saturday night, after I went to bed, a deer came into camp, right up to my tent. I guess she was just checking me out.
Please excuse such a rambling post with no real action, but this was really a monumental time in my life as a hunter. I hope God gives me a few more such events. Good luck to everybody!
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