....our bow season opens. I'll be in a tree, probably sweating, fighting bugs and waiting for something that deep down inside I hope doesn't show for a while.
I can't not go. I've been waiting several months. A day doesn't go by that I don't think about it. It's been that way since I was a young kid -- 37 years to be exact and I'm just 45.
Lots of good bucks on camera and several others that I know will show eventually.
I've used my buck tag before gun season two out of the last three years. I can't say it won't happen again this year.
This will also be the first year two of the kids will hunt with a bow. I'll enjoy watching that unfold.
I'll fill some doe tags in the next month or two.
I enjoy hunting. I really enjoy it. It's an addiction.
Kinda weird, but I hope this season lasts for a while. I don't want to get too lucky, too quick.
I just can't not go. No doubt some of you share the same sentiments.
