Originally Posted by
ManySpurs
I'm just taking a nonchalant attitude about it this year. Couldn't care less about it. Not washing my clothes, haven't hung any stands, haven't shaved my noggin, been walking around the gas station with my hunting boots on, broadheads ain't sharpened yet, pulled my trailcam a few weeks ago, haven't been scouting, haven't even taken a good long pee in a scrape yet.
I think this year, I'm just gonna put a pair of blue jeans on over top a pair of stinky underwear with a red chamois shirt, grab my stickbow and my new SitDrag drag contraption, go set somewhere close to the road and light up a great big fat cigar and just enjoy the living hell out myself. Deer be damned.
The first deer I ever shot was a very long time ago, with a borrowed Marlin 336 35 rem. I was all of 15 years old and I was smoking a cherry blend cigar under a hemlock tree in a laurel thicket in a sleet storm. I didn't sleep one minute the night before. When the "old guys" were getting up for breakfast at 4:30 am, us kids were still sitting at the kitchen table shooting the ****. Go figure.