Heading out this morning, into the sun
Heart, Dreamboat Annie
This is the song that’s been running through my head since I woke up this morning. Besides the fact that it’s one of my favorite Heart songs, it’s also apropos, since I will be boarding an east-bound jetliner later this morning and heading back to NC for a few days. The archery deer season opens this weekend, and my little brother has totally conned me into giving more money to the greedy airlines in order to come out and sit in a tree, in the sweltering, late-summer, southeastern heat.
And I can’t wait!
How’d he convince me to come out? He sent me this danged picture of a fine whitetail from one of his trail cameras. You’ll need to click the pic to enlarge it, but when you do you’ll see that no self-respecting deer hunter could turn down the opportunity to get back home and try to stick an arrow in this sucker!
Even worse, the time stamp is my birthday! Is that a sign, or what?
So the new Mathews is packed up in a brand new SKB bow case, I’ve got a dozen arrows, half of them tipped with 100 grain Slick Trick broadheads, and the other half tipped with field points for practice… and the skinning knife is tucked away as well.
In addition to the hunting, of course, I’ll also be visiting with family. Didn’t have much time back there on my last visit, so I’m looking forward to relaxing a bit at Mom’s house, and just taking it easy for a while.
On another, mostly unrelated note, no, I haven’t forgotten the significance of today’s date. It’s one I’ll never forget, the same as any other American. But I’m not gonna try to stick together some kind of flashy or heartfelt memorial. That’s been amply done around the blogosphere, including tributes from several of my Skinny Moose Network compatriots, including:
Not to mention several outside of the network, like Arthur’s Simply Outdoors, are also commemorating the day.
Good luck and have a good time!