got up sat morning and headed down to the blind at 5:15.
settled in, poured a cup of coffee and started munching on trail mix and beef jerky that the lovely wife packed in my goody bag. quickly found out she bought hot peppered jerky, instead of mild.
by 7:30 i'd crawled out to the edge of the timber, dropped trou, and sat across a fallen log. wrapped both arms around a hickory tree and let her rip. i think i put out a squirrels eye w/a flying peanut.
got back down to the blind and sat back down. went to grab a chew out of my bibs, and wtf...where's my orange vest? looked back up the hill and there it was, still hanging on a tree limb where i took my dump.
about 8:15, a nice buck came walking down the trail at about 40yards. went to sight him in, and wtf...i can't see the sight on the rifle. i left my bifocals back at the house.
goobered around till about noon, then headed back to the house and asked mrs. sec to grab my specs, cause i could see the deer, but not the rifle sights. she comes back and hands them to me saying, "the grandkids are staying here tonight. try to get back early so you can shower and shave. you look like otis campbell from andy griffith."
the rest of the day went pretty much the same. saw several, but no shots. yesterday was wet and cold. i hid out in one stand until i saw the wifes car leaving, heading to her mothers. i came out of the woods and threw my gear into the truck, where i sat all afternoon along the edge of the timber, drinking beer and listening to football.
i love deer season.
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