Sunday, October 2, 2011

Honest Abe


This is depressing. Kentucky bow season opens next weekend and I won't be there. Instead of sitting 30 feet up a hickory tree with my Fred Bear Stick-n-String, watching a nice 8 point munch on some shell corn, I'll be sitting in the bonus room over a garage at my In-law's house, which serves as my temporary home. The sad fact is that I probably wont be chasing a lot of whitetails this year due to my current situation. The family and I have just moved to Greenville. SC- I've taken a new job, and we've haven't sold out house in The ATL, which has forced us to take up residence with Mr. and Mrs. Danny Crout. "It's not so bad," I keep telling myself. "I could be living in the slums of Calcutta." When I look at it that way, it's not so bad.

But the pathetic part is that I just couldn't afford or take off enough time from my new gig, nor did I have enough cash, to head up to Kentucky deer camp this year. And that folks is absolutely KILLING me. Not being apart of a time honored tradition, spending quality time with my family, sitting around a roaring October campfire, swapping hunting tales, and skinning bucks after dark, is like having Mola Ram rip out my beating heart and lower my screaming body into a pit of molten lava. This stinks.

But in my absence, I'm hoping my favorite nephews step up to the plate and put a buck or two on the ground and bring some meat back for the freezer. And to sweeten their incentive, I've thrown in a Five Spot to whoever pops the biggest buck. (Yeah I know, I'm cheap!)

Good luck Ben and Jake, make Uncle Rick proud.