Busy Busy Busyyy

            It’s a winter wonder land out there. Lots and lots of snow, what every hunter wants. It’s great for getting a visual on your target and even better for tracking your kill. I picked my muzzle loader up out of layaway yesterday; I have the gun, the gear, the hunting spot, and now the snow. There’s only one thing missing, and that’s the time. I have two papers due tomorrow, and a math exam and sociology exam to study for. I’ve worked the last two days, so today is a complete homework day.  As the saying goes, “so much to do, so little time.” I’m sitting here perfecting my paper as my new gun lies in its box on the floor. I need to get out there and get a return on my investment. If the deer need a safe oasis from all the hunters they just need to rest in my neck of the woods, I’ll be in my room studying! Oh the sacrifices I must make to further my education. The only deer I’m going to see are going to be attached to Santa’s sleigh. All I want for Christmas is some venison meat.

            Frank’s great outdoors just had their shanty days and many fishermen were in getting geared up for the season. If deer season turns out to be a bust, I can always become a fan of fish fry’s. Fish can replace pork as the other red meat.

            I hope everyone else is finding time to relax out in the woods and see some deer. I’m still hearing a lot of success stories and sightings. I will be joining all of you in a few days when the school semester ends. I’m at the finish line, I just need to exhaust all my energy these last few days, and then I can pull my boots on and kick my feet up and lean back and breathe the fresh cold air.   My pretty pink camouflage muzzle loader with its matching pink camouflage scope is just begging to be shot.

            It’s funny, when our house was first built, it was discovered it was right in the path of a popular deer run, so deer would constantly run into our house during the night or end up on our back deck. We would hear a loud thump on the house and turn on the back flood lights to find a deer dazed and confused, shaking its head while snorting in the back yard. It seems like deer were plentiful back then, I would see them in the back yard and around the pond year round. Now it’s just a pleasant surprise to see them occasionally, it’s sad to be my age and talking about the good old days. Well back to the grind stone, these papers aren’t going to write themselves.