After a tough opening day my brother-in-law persuades me to hunt with him the next morning. This involved hiking a couple miles down a railroad track and a couple miles more of winding and twisting through the woods - all in the dark. He sat me down on a small rise and informed me a swamp was below me with a well-traveled game trail along the edge. To be fair, I'm pretty sure I heard a deer walk through, but it was too dark to know for sure.
About mid-morning the church bells started to ring out. We had driven outside of town only to walk most of the way back in. The church parking lot was about 75-yards away across the swamp. We got shut out. Apparently hunting next to Jesus' house is no guarantee.
