[Today’s run: zero; yesterday 2 miles]
One of my neighbors is a long time hunter and outdoorsman. We were talking the other day and he said, “I’ll take you out for a hunt.”
After working to put a schedule together, yesterday was finally the day. He had the firearms and ammunition that he trusted, so all I had to do was wear some of my orange stuff from my old try-to-hunt-an-elk days. I wrapped up warm.
Yesterday he put me at one spot in a deer blind box while he went to another spot that I couldn’t see. It was very kind of him to give me the good spot. I kept my eagle-eye open, and used my binoculars but I never did see a deer. I saw a very big blue jay and I saw a flock of robins eating on the ground. But no deer. It got dark and I went back to where he had dropped me off. Very soon he was back and I reported: no deer.
The neighbor was disappointed that I hadn’t got a deer to shoot, so we went out again this afternoon. This time we went to another deer blind box which was big enough for two people. We had a nice afternoon watching and waiting. He told me interesting stories about hunting and such. I added a few. We did see one deer (he saw it first). We did not shoot because it was a young male with less than the required antler size to qualify.
A storm came through and the wind blew a bit. That was exciting. Eventually it got dark and we tramped back to the truck.
He says we can go again some time.