PonyKiller
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The whole hunting season has been a disaster for me. Didn't see a living thing save a few other disapointed hunters on the main trail in december, a whopping two days, scratch that a day and an afternoon. Spent most of the time scouting.
The whole january season has been an abject failure, Wife, kid , mother all sick.
My darned shoulders have gone south and my banged up knee is banged up again, it's like the stars are aligned against me. When i did get out it was foggy in the morning i stepped on a sleeping fox's tail in the pre dawn blackness and almost had a heart attack as it barrelled off into the woods.
The last time out, my fortunes were a bit better, a pair of does were playing grabass about 100 yds from me... on the other side of a thick hedge and thicket area so no shot.
So Saturday, is the final stand. Come hell or high water, no matter how much motrin i need to get my achin bones up i'll be out there trying to sneak one in under the deadline. Haven't got a shot off in my two years of hunting yet and i wanna change that.
Of course it looks like it's gonna be about 11 degrees with snow flurries, but hey can't hunt from the kitchen.
The whole january season has been an abject failure, Wife, kid , mother all sick.
My darned shoulders have gone south and my banged up knee is banged up again, it's like the stars are aligned against me. When i did get out it was foggy in the morning i stepped on a sleeping fox's tail in the pre dawn blackness and almost had a heart attack as it barrelled off into the woods.
The last time out, my fortunes were a bit better, a pair of does were playing grabass about 100 yds from me... on the other side of a thick hedge and thicket area so no shot.
So Saturday, is the final stand. Come hell or high water, no matter how much motrin i need to get my achin bones up i'll be out there trying to sneak one in under the deadline. Haven't got a shot off in my two years of hunting yet and i wanna change that.
Of course it looks like it's gonna be about 11 degrees with snow flurries, but hey can't hunt from the kitchen.