In my mind, I’m going, to Carolina.

Actually, it’s not in my mind at all… it’s for real!  With hurricane Katia pretty safely out of the equation, the way is open for me to fly back “home” for a weekend of family visiting and whitetail hunting.  Saturday is the NC archery opener down there, and my little brother swears he has a bunch of deer all staked out on his place.

By this time tomorrow, I should be on the ground and sweating in the southeastern NC humidity, and by this time Saturday, I hope to be skinning a fat deer (and also sweating).  Buck or doe… it doesn’t matter too much to me!

I’ve been warming up the Mathews, and feeling pretty good about my shooting.  I’ve sharpened up my Slick-Trick broadheads All I really need now is a cooperative deer (or two) to stroll under my stand.    I’d prefer that they stand slightly quartering away, between 17 and 22 yards… but I’ll take a slightly less opportunity should it appear.

And yeah, I expect that ol’ Murphy is kicking back, laughing his butt off at me right now.  But I’m stoked, and ready to break Murphy’s Law for a change… instead of the other way around.

Not sure I’ll have a post tomorrow or Monday, but I’ll bring updates as soon as I have them!

 

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