The fresh, cool, night carried with it the spirit of a muse. Within seconds it piqued my thoughts and I began recalling the many times--in just such weather--I trudged across harvested corn fields or followed a dim moon-shadowed trail through the woods to get to a tree stand before light, or to find my way home after dark. Images stored in my memory came back as clear as the sky that surrounded me: a bobcat sunning itself on the edge of a field--unaware he was under surveillance through my scope, coyotes that met their Maker--thanks to my scope, bucks sparring and running does, a flock of turkeys scratching at the dirt under my stand, and the piece of Wrigley's gum that I spit out that landed just above the tail feathers--for the next twenty minutes one of those gobblers strutted around with that stuck to its back! I always brought a book with me when I hunted from a blind; a Louise L'Amour western. Once, while hunting with my buddy Bob, I got to reading L'Amour's Shaliko, fell asleep, and woke up in time to see a nice buck step back into the woods. Never even got my Winchester model 88, 308 cal. to my shoulder. . .
Enjoying the Adventure,