This is the last day of deer season for me. It is going to be nasty, cold and raining all day tomorrow, and as much as I enjoy getting pneumonia I will not be out there tomorrow. My plan is to sleep late, drink a lot of coffee and stay warm. I do not plan to walk through any briar patches. I do not intend to go running through the woods letting small twigs limbs slap my frozen nose and ears unmercifully. I want to be able to feel my feet. I did hunt today and I had a chance to kill a spike buck that stopped just a few feet away. We were hunting in a place where the rule is dont shoot it unless you are going to get it mounted. In other words dont shoot it unless it is scary big. I was more than glad to let that young buck walk. There is something very sad about killing a deer on the last day of hunting season. They have survived three months of arrows and bullets and dynamite and verbal insults. To be killed in the last 15 minutes of the season just does not seem fair. Its like being the last guy who was killed in the Civil War, Hey listen Yall, I just heard a rumor that Robert E. Lee has surrendered, the war is over, I just wanted everybody to hear the good, Boom. Over the years I have let borderline deer walk on the last day. If they had come walking by on the first day they would be in a serious situation. I prefer to still hunt on the last day, just sitting high in a tree watching the season end. Feeling the woods grow dark around me and watching the moon rise in the East. Walking back out to the truck I cant help but think of all the deer seasons that I have survived. it becomes difficult to remember all of those hunts or to recall all of the people I have hunted with along the way. Even though I may be physically wiped out I am also rejuvenated by the total experience. You can do some serious thinking and problem solving while you are sitting in a tree.I have hunted less this year than in previous years but I realize how important it is to my personal sense of well being. Hopefully next year will not be quite as frantic as this first year of full retirement. I have promised myself not to hunt in the morning but if i wake up and hear dogs running or neighbors pushing a piece of woods, all bets are off. Pneumonia is not as bad as it sounds.
Posted on: Sat, 03 Jan 2015 01:54:40 +0000
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