No, I’m not gonna sing for ya. Not even gonna try to write a song (although don’t put it past me). But it’s hard, sitting here in front of this computer on the first day of the California deer season. I should be on a ridge somewhere, glassing down at the buck I’m about to put an arrow through.
But I’m not. Have to wait until next weekend.
I’m ready though! New broadheads are shooting great! If these Magnus Stingers perform on game half as well as they shoot, there’ll be fresh venison in the freezer soon!
Dang, I wanted to hear the song!
I’d especially hoped that it would be accompanied by a really twangy guitar.
Next weekend will be here before you know it.