Well,
Firearms season opens this saturday in my home state of Missouri. I'm looking forward to it of course. I'm looking forward to the comradery of the "deer camp". Though the anticipation has certainly diminished over the years. I've seen a nice 10 point buck during my scouting that I would estimate to be over 150". I'm actually hoping that my boy kills him instead of me, though I certainly wont pass him up if he comes in range. Its funny how priorities change over the years.
I'll be packing my newly completed 6.5-284. I'm hoping to crack the ice with it, I took it along for my antelope hunt but never even loaded a round. I need to draw blood with it soon before the hibbie jibbies start to jinx it as "bad jewjew". I'm not superstitious or anything but isn't it funny how when you carry certain weapons you always seem to kill nice game, while other seem to bring bad luck. Okay, so I am superstitious. Good news, is that I can always pull out the 280 if the jewjew gets too serious.
I got suckered in again this year. I swore I wouldn't fall for the newest doe in heat lure, or grunt tube, or whatever came along this year. Yet, there I was at the store picking up my tag when I saw the "Buck Roar". Its the new hot thing don't ya know. If you don't have one, there is no way you will ever kill a big buck. So another $20 is burnt, well 30 actually because I was clean out of super duper red hot doe in heat urine in convient gel formula.
Well, actually 35 because I bought the boy some plain ole regular doe in heat (he can't handle super duper red hot doe urine). Well, actually 55 because I couldn't remember where my Primo's "CAN" is. You know that feller in ohio called in a 240" buck with just the "CAN" (the betty buck I think). Darn I'm stupid!