The close of a season
It was a good year of deer hunting. This was my last hunt for the season. While I am thankful that I was able to take an 8 point, earlier in the season; I am disappointed that, of these last two days, I missed some shots, which is not normal for me. I will schedule and eye exam immediately, which I have been needing to do anyways. And I will take a box of shells out next week and sight my scope in again. It is entirely possible that it got bumped and thrown off. Some scopes can even be thrown off with the blast of the gun. Either way, I hate that I missed. Ethically you always go for one shot, one kill.
I am so thankful for the farmer and his wife who allow me to hunt on their land. We met when the farmer was laid up in the hospital, after having had heart surgery. I was his nurse. We struct up a conversation about hunting and they invited me down. Only an hour from the house, I get down when I can. Love me some country folk. Salt of there Earth they are. God fearing folks, most farmers. It is trough prayers, hard work and the grace of God that the crops do grow.
It's out in the woods that I like to be in the Fall and Winter months. I love the outdoors, sun beating down on my face. It is easy to get the wintertime blues, with it being so dark outside and when the clouds move in. The Eagles sang in Desperado, ' The sky won't snow and the sun won't shine. It's hard to tell the night time from the day. You're losin' all your highs and lows. Ain't it funny how the feeling goes away? Desperado, why don't you come to your senses? Come down from your fences, open the gate It may be rainin', but there's a rainbow above you.'