So the big hunt is only a couple of days away and today I had a good omen (I hope). As I was sitting having lunch with my son in our kitchen, a four-point buck walked past the back yard. I’m really hoping that bodes well for the trip this weekend, but I recognize it could just be God screwing with me.
With any luck at all, by the end of next week I’ll be able to post a picture of me grinning like an idiot and a giant muley looking rather unhappy about the fact that he’s going to be dinner for some time to come. If not, I can always go buy a bow and hunt off the back porch…
