By BillyB
There is frost on the pumpkin, the stars are out, your breath is visible, and it’s a half an hour until daylight. It’s Opening Day of deer season, a perfect morning. Expectations are high and you know that big buck is going to come and visit you this morning.
You turn on your flashlight as you enter the woods. You are walking carefully and quietly, your partner steps on a branch. CRACK. You cringe and wish the sound away but it reverberates through the woods. Stealthily, you continue on to your deer blind. The sun is coming up as you are sitting in your blind and watching the woods.
“Are those antlers?” you wonder as you strain to see through the first light of day; it’s just a branch waving in the wind. Your heart returns to a normal rhythm. Time slowly passes and you start to get a chill. Out comes the heater, out comes the coffee. It's time to play cards. Silently, you deal while scanning the woods. You and your hunting buddy both check your weapons to be double sure they are ready and at hand.
There is a rustle of leaves! “Deer?” you wonder but you see it’s just a squirrel. You debate shooting it but decide to wait for the Big Buck. The Big One will be by shortly, you are sure of it. Time continues to crawl. Soon it will be lunch and you will have to decide to go back to camp or eat in the blind. Decisions, Decisions. There are always tough choices in life.
Again there is a rustle of leaves, this time it’s followed by a snort. The cards are set to the side, weapons are in hand and loaded now. Your heart starts to race; sure enough it’s a deer. Not only is it a deer, it is The Big One, the Grand Daddy of all deer! He is walking right down the trail towards the blind. Quickly, with hand signals and nods of the head it is decided that both will shoot. Hopefully one will hit him and hopefully it is your shot.
The Big One, Grand Daddy, sniffs the air; does he smell you? Ideally, it’s the apple schnapps he smells and not the venison steak you had for breakfast. He walks closer and soon he is within 10 yards. Weapons are raised. You both fire! Two spots appear! Perfect shots! One blue, one green. You congratulate each other as Grand Daddy runs off, unscathed.
Time to go back to camp with a story for all to hear. You load up the cards, turn off the stove, pack your coffee cup, put the lid back on the paint ball jar and put your trusty sling shot in your back pocket. A perfect Opening Day. You have out witted the wily whitetail, you don’t have to track him into the swamp, get all bloody cleaning him and have a heart attack dragging him out of the woods.
What a great new sport, hunting with paint balls and slingshots. Life is good.
There is frost on the pumpkin, the stars are out, your breath is visible, and it’s a half an hour until daylight. It’s Opening Day of deer season, a perfect morning. Expectations are high and you know that big buck is going to come and visit you this morning.
You turn on your flashlight as you enter the woods. You are walking carefully and quietly, your partner steps on a branch. CRACK. You cringe and wish the sound away but it reverberates through the woods. Stealthily, you continue on to your deer blind. The sun is coming up as you are sitting in your blind and watching the woods.
“Are those antlers?” you wonder as you strain to see through the first light of day; it’s just a branch waving in the wind. Your heart returns to a normal rhythm. Time slowly passes and you start to get a chill. Out comes the heater, out comes the coffee. It's time to play cards. Silently, you deal while scanning the woods. You and your hunting buddy both check your weapons to be double sure they are ready and at hand.
There is a rustle of leaves! “Deer?” you wonder but you see it’s just a squirrel. You debate shooting it but decide to wait for the Big Buck. The Big One will be by shortly, you are sure of it. Time continues to crawl. Soon it will be lunch and you will have to decide to go back to camp or eat in the blind. Decisions, Decisions. There are always tough choices in life.
Again there is a rustle of leaves, this time it’s followed by a snort. The cards are set to the side, weapons are in hand and loaded now. Your heart starts to race; sure enough it’s a deer. Not only is it a deer, it is The Big One, the Grand Daddy of all deer! He is walking right down the trail towards the blind. Quickly, with hand signals and nods of the head it is decided that both will shoot. Hopefully one will hit him and hopefully it is your shot.
The Big One, Grand Daddy, sniffs the air; does he smell you? Ideally, it’s the apple schnapps he smells and not the venison steak you had for breakfast. He walks closer and soon he is within 10 yards. Weapons are raised. You both fire! Two spots appear! Perfect shots! One blue, one green. You congratulate each other as Grand Daddy runs off, unscathed.
Time to go back to camp with a story for all to hear. You load up the cards, turn off the stove, pack your coffee cup, put the lid back on the paint ball jar and put your trusty sling shot in your back pocket. A perfect Opening Day. You have out witted the wily whitetail, you don’t have to track him into the swamp, get all bloody cleaning him and have a heart attack dragging him out of the woods.
What a great new sport, hunting with paint balls and slingshots. Life is good.
You have apple schnapps for breakfast?
ReplyDeleteNo wonder you never come home with a deer!!