Hunting season is upon us... Its that time of year when I remember what its like to haul my butt out of bed at 4:30am (4:10 in honor of the great shotgun for the southern duck opener) only to find that there are far too many mosquitoes that are willing to dine on my face through the small opening in my face mask or that there really isn't enough oxygen in the air to sustain the rest of the world yet because the sun is down and the plants aren't photo synthesizing yet. And don't forget the occasional butt freezing every once and a while!
Well, this morning was my second official hunt of the year (that is if you don't count those red squirrels from this weekend) and we walked out of the field empty handed for the second time. No fancy lay out blinds or dozens of goose decoys this time either. Just me and PGA standing under an apple tree with about 26,512,344 of our best blood-sucking insect friends. When 2 geese did decide to fly by (about 15 yards out) my wife's horse and the rest of the rough board horses where standing directly behind them. Such is life. If I would have shot them, I would have had to clean them and I probably would have been late to work or something anyways.
Tomorrow is another day (thank the "states-the-obvious" gods for that old saying) and possibly another hunt. Only time will tell. I guess its a matter of hunting in the morning or skipping out of town a half hour early to visit friends that live near the thumb of the mitten in this great state of ours and getting up at the ass crack of dawn to hunt on Saturday.
What a fine and pleasant misery.
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