Tallboy - one of my neighborhood deer |
Since everything is in flux, I'm always looking for touchstones to remind me of who I am and that this situation is temporary. When I can, I find the backroads outside of this city so I can drive around and look for deer. Last night, I drove down a rural backroad and watched a pretty decent 10-pointer and some smaller bucks as they mingled with a group of does less than a hundred yards off the road. Watching the deer helped.
This morning, as I left the temporary house, I realized it was still dark as I was heading into my office. I'm leaving at my normal time, so this means the days continue to get shorter. Rationally, I get this happens every year and I know Fall is coming, but it was a big reminder this morning. This is a pretty big deal right now because my home state's archery season opener is Saturday.
Last weekend as I was home (which will not be my home for much longer), I completed my final pre-season prep. I shot broadheads instead of field points to check my final flight and zero at distance; packed my backpack with the gear I will need in the stand and did one final check of my trail cams; and washed all of my clothes, hung them outside to dry and then packed them into air-proof containers.
I'm ready for Saturday. Since I'm a hunter and not a farmer, Fall has always been my Spring. Hunting season is my time of birth, my renewal. Sitting in a tree stand is a time of solid rejuvenation for me. Wherever you are on Saturday, or whenever your archery season opens, I wish you the best of luck. Not necessarily that you'll shoot a nice deer, which I sincerely hope you will, but that you will enjoy every moment you have in the deer woods. I know I will.
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