Deer Hunting

Today is opening deer season. That reminds me of an opening deer season a couple years back. I had retired a few years before that and I had decided to send myself to camp. I had sent the kids to camp a ton of times but I hadn’t gone myself. So after hearing about a Women in the Outdoors camp.....I signed up! It was great fun. I learned all about shot guns, and rifles, duck hunting and deer hunting. Well after I was home a bit I sent off for a deer license. Ronnie sent off for one too. AND we both got licenses. It was going to be great. Then the opening day came. Ronnie and I dressed up in our cutest orange stuff. It was freezing out side. We had coveralls on. Orange stocking hats on. And Orange gloves (and orange vests). It was great. Me and my old man....bonding just like he had done with the kids tons of times. I had heard of the walking, the tracking of the big game, the single shot that took down the large beautiful trophy animal. But, this day would be different. My old man and I had taken off early that day, to try and find some deer walking the cow path threw the CRP acres. After what seemed like hours into a brisk walk I was breathing heavy (so was the old man). The new plan was to sit up on top of a rock pile and use our fancy binoculars to scope out any far away moving deer. Off to the top of the rock pile I trotted... low and behold on top of the rock pile was a BUS SEAT! What the heck was a bus seat doing on top of the rock pile? I took out my hidden binoculars to see what the old man was doing with his bus sear on his rock pile. All I could see was Ronnie sitting and shivering on his pile of cold hard rocks. ----I was thinking before I saw him "wasn’t it nice that the deer hunters from the year before left their bus seats for us to use" !! I’m not hunting this year, but it sure brings back some funny memories.