As I kicked back in the blind yesterday morning I thought about the past 50 years and deer hunting. Years ago, I sat out on foot with the old 30-30 walking and watching until I found a suitable animal to harvest. Often many days were spent scouting and watching before the season, and wwhen one was finally killed it could be chalked up to prepration, skill and perhaps a bit of luck.
Yesterday I crawled up into a blind at 5:30 AM, i sat back in the nice office style chair, lit the heater, slipped the headset on and tuned my favorite country station, poured a cup of coffee and opened up the bag of donuts we had purchased on our way out of town. It started getting warm so I slipped out of my jacket, opened one window for a bit for fresh air and then sat back and relaxed until daylight. At daylight I spotted a bunch of deer in a pasture ajoining our property, I opened the window, attached a spotting scope, and watched as they fed.
I thought about past deer hunts, chasing mulies all over New Mexico, Colorado, Utah and Idaho. I couldn't survive a hunt like those today, so I guess I am destine to spend the remainder of my days in the comfort of my blind and watch and dream of past deer hunts, it ain't hunting, but it gets me out.