Yep it was opening day of the season. I haven't missed going in 47 years. I actually went hunting this morning. Our ranch is only 10 minutes from town so it isn't a chore. I got to thinking today about the first hunt my dad took me own when I was eight. I recall I froze to death, but as far as I was concerned I was with Dad, and he might has well have been Davy Crockett. He wouldn't let me freeze to death, much less be eaten by wolves.
Anyway, Don't worry... the only thing I shot this morning were some photographs. Additionally some of the best sleeping in the entire universe is in the middle of God's forest when it's about 55 degrees. It is funny how the older we get the less we are concerned about the game bag. I guess it is more about the experience.
When I got to the office one our associates asked if I had done Bambi in. When I explained there were 100 % survivors today she cheered loudly .
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