I have lucky underwear. And a lucky hat.

On my first time bowhunting with other people, we camped at blanton creek wildlife mngmt. area to hunt the weekend. I only saw deer when this one guy drove me to the stand in his truck. (we car pooled to stands). I never did see a deer if I rode with anyone else. The last day I realized this, and he drove me to the stand and I got my first bowkill. Maybe his truck smelled like deer? We said his luck "rubbed off" on me since he was the only one in camp who had gotten a deer up to that point. Other than that there isn't much superstition involved with my deer season.

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