Well, one more week and I head to the Magnificent Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia to hunt and camp out with my friends! We hunt in the Jefferson National Forrest, and make camp near a stream packed full of crawdads and trout.. It's tough hunting, high ridges and very rugged. This is not hunting on someones farm, or land where you can easily go back home and have a hot shower, go out for breakfast, or meet at a local dive and eat at a greasy spoon. Thats not fun to us.
Hot coals on top and below of my dutch oven packed full of genuine Chile and beans, the smell of biscuits and gravy, bacon and eggs and real coffee from a "real" coffee pot is standard!. (I think y'all would understand). Not to mention... playing guitars and mandolins by the campfirelight with some very strong adult beverages as our wool socks dry by the fire. The flickering embers from the fire are our light show. As I write this I can hear the screech owl from memories of last year, and I soon will be where I truly feel FREE!! I will visit with y'all when I return from my trip to let you know how things went. If I get a deer or bear thats good. But just being there is even good enough for me! God Bless....