Several years ago I was driving back to camp from a spot I'd been hunting at and two farmers were punching out a patch of woods, half mile up the road from camp..They put out about a half dozen does, that kept right on running. I stopped way on down the road, figured to get up in the woods they were heading towards and ahead of 'em, maybe get one when they got down there?
Deer topped a high knoll in one hay field, ran down on either side of another neighbor's truck parked below the knoll, so I couldn't shoot. The old boy was in the truck, sound sleep. Still kid him about that when I see him. "You hunting today, or just out for a nap?"
