It seems that deer season came and went so fast this year. We had many rain days that the dogs could not get a good trail going, and the snow that came in before Christmas kept everyone confined to a tree stand.
With my bad back, and other problems from my auto accident limiting me as to what I can do anymore, the weather put me out of the game more than I wanted, but as you can see, My son, and basset hound Thelma, and I managed to get in on a few drives.
This is what we do when all the others are down in the woods waiting for the dogs to run something past them.
If I do have to get out of the truck and get across a field, or drag a deer, or try to head off dogs, we just hop on the Honda 4X4
I live in an area full of history, and the place where we have hunted since I was a kid is here in Menokin
Besides the time I get with my boys, they get to hang out with their friends. I was sitting back near the wood stove and watched the guys plan a raid on the fridge back in the kitchen to get a mountain dew
I was taught early about life and death, taught how to hunt, and how to handle a gun.
To have respect for any firearm, respect for the outdoors, and respect for the people that owned the land that we hunted on.
I learned to listen to the old guy's when they told me something, and found out that they really did know more than I did
This season I started to realize that I am becoming one of those old guy's