To hot to scout. August is the time to be setting out by the pool watching bikini clad MILFs strutting their stuff whilst I sip on sweet tea and have recollections of younger, more virile times while taking a stroll down memory lane via Skynyrd and Pink Floyd. And seeings how Saturday was the 40th anniversary of Woodstock, it was a good weekend to put on the hippy music and watch those MILFS act like 1969 flower children high on life.

Seeings how bucks are so active during this month of the year, evenings are meant to be spent watching fields and taking stock of who is coming out where, how big he is and where he's prolly gonna be in October when it's time to hunt him far away from where he is in August.

I've said my prayers for fronts every 3 days out of the NW with snot dripping cold from the 3rd week of October until the middle of November. I am hoping the Big Guy In The Sky has been hearing me. I ain't gonna get to excited until I know it's cold enough to hunt rutting bucks.