Hunting: Day Two

After yesterday’s hunting debacle, I was purposed to accomplish my goal that I carry a deer home in triumph. Indeed, just before the below story (H:1) hit this site I went and scouted out some new hunting areas for the next morning (today). I was spurred by the shame – and humiliation – of returning home void. Failure I felt, would be an everlasting blemish to my reputable status throughout the world as a wise, shrewd, and grizzled woodsman. Anything short of victory for me could be devastating.

This morning I woke at five and got ready for the hunt. I was wearing three coats, two pairs of pants, and two pairs of socks when I stepped out the door into the warm breeze of 2 degree air. After about a half mile walk to the hunting spot, I set up my lawn chair and waited for the stubborn beasts to come. Wait, wait, wait, wait…(same process of freezing to death as yesterday begins from the moment I sit down… gradually gets worse…)

Strangely, none did come. I thought I heard noises that could be deer related, such as antlers clashing, stomping, and weird grunts, but I never got an actual glimpse of one.

I could not get it. How could it be that no deer would show up despite the fact that countless tracks and even a StarBucks, (a spring that they frequent) were on the scene of my ambush?

I don’t know the answer, but I do know that there’s always tomorrow. And I also know they’ve got to be out there somewhere...

The search continues…