No Baby, No Deer..
No baby, no deer, at least I still have some beer. As I type, I am slowly drinking a bottle of Old Heathen Imperial Stout which was a gift from a dear brother in the Lord. It tastes good, its been a long day. Today was opening day for deer here in our part of NY. I woke up and Leah said her contractions had stopped (again) and I might as well go huntin’. I went down to the barn and got the girls milked and was out in the woods by 6:15. By 6:17 it was raining, then pouring, and has been all day. Took a break to do up some barn chores and went back out until evening milking. Nothing was moving today at all. I finally figured my only chance for any action was to still hunt the brambles and thorn apples where the deer were all nested up like broody hens. After an hour of that, I almost stepped on one. Before I got the gun shouldered it was in the next county. Oh well.