Got out to my super secret public land hunting spot. (To get a super secret one, walk more than 300 yds. from the road.) I had spotted a scrape there recently, and had "freshened" it with some buck urine kept refrigerated from a buck last year. (You tella' my wife, I breaka' you face!)
Now the scrape looked as though a herd of buffalo had been wallowing in it. I took my borrowed climbling stand which came sans instructions to a nearby sweetgum, and after much deliberation figured out how to use it. Being well on the other side of 50 this is not as simple as it may sound. (Shoot, I'm might near as old as Atlaw...or is that possible?)
Finally secure in my perch, I began to pull my gun and pack up the tree, when movement to my left caught my eye. A very large racked buck was slowly sneaking through the trees. By the time I got my gun up, he was probably about 300 yds. away through the thick brush and laughing his butt off.
Made me so mad I wanted to shoot something......wait....thats what I went for in the first place isn't it?
Ben
