Well this years rifle deer hunt sucked for me. I blew it, the only day I had a chance. I could blame it on a number of reasons, but in the end it was my shooting. These things happen I guess.
We just finished up our late control hunt yesterday. It went down the same as the rifle hunt. Not my year for sure.
Thursdays wind was interesting to be up in a tree stand. It was like being in a rocking chair at 20’ up. It got me thinking how do grey squirrels do it? I mean how do they sleep in those leaf nests during these wind storms and not barf all over like a drunk sailor?
My dads got a bow I could borrow and try to fill my tag until closing day. Otherwise get out the carrots and celery, I’m making tag soup.