I don't really do much "outside the box" thinking when I'm in a tree. I think about deer, beer, premium salads... and a particular doe (not necessarily in that order). But sometimes I do find myself basquing in the fall sun thinking about, well... nothing. After those hunts where you see nothing at all, I always wish that God would email me a map with little red X's of where the deer were when I was in the stand. But that's about the extent of my thoughts. I also think about how a womans brain functions, and attempt to come to terms that I'll probably never understand it.

That cuddle time comes at a very high price Mr. Germ. Thanks to your book on "Spooning for Idiots"

She remembers EVERYTHING... I assure you of that.