Just my luck.
I'm out hunting tonight. Saw 3 bunny rabbits and a bunch of cows. I was almost worried for a second they had me surrounded on 3 sides. luckily my 4th side was water. We all know crap floats [emoji33] so I would have been able to just dance a jig to there other side.
Back hurts cause the tripod is to short for me and I'm heading to bend over to look through the scope.
Saw several interesting possible targets of opportunity, but alas there turned out the be calves sleeping in the grass. I decide to call it a night. Hey back to the truck, clear the rifle. Out the head in the truck and wouldn't you know it. Coyote's start yipping and hollering in. I almost thought to think about putting my caller out and paying Calf Bawl. I tried that once. Cows was NOT happy. But again I didn't. Chugged 4 12oz Sugar Free Gatorades.
Now I'm headed home.
Shoulder hurts, back hurts, knees be ache, bout to die of thirst. Need hurts, leg wants to cramp. The toes I broke last year feel like someone's on the inside with a needle nose pliers just grabbing a bit of meat and SQUEEEEEEEZING for all their worth. Every now and then they'll grab a big ole bight and give it a squeeze.
All that aside. It was a good hunt. The stars was clear and pretty and the 500 million frogs in the pond serenaded me all night.
I texted my twin brother from another mother to come on down and go with me. Told him he could drive and I'd shoot. Wanted me to send my jet. Hated to tell him it's out of fuel. Instead i told him i was used it as overwatch. The Brangus cows might stage a protest. I had Wendy's for lunch last week. I ended up not having an issue. Maybe cause I had Ckickin on breathe from supper still.
Who knows.
HE knows [emoji3583]
Love you all.
Sleep well
I'm out hunting tonight. Saw 3 bunny rabbits and a bunch of cows. I was almost worried for a second they had me surrounded on 3 sides. luckily my 4th side was water. We all know crap floats [emoji33] so I would have been able to just dance a jig to there other side.
Back hurts cause the tripod is to short for me and I'm heading to bend over to look through the scope.
Saw several interesting possible targets of opportunity, but alas there turned out the be calves sleeping in the grass. I decide to call it a night. Hey back to the truck, clear the rifle. Out the head in the truck and wouldn't you know it. Coyote's start yipping and hollering in. I almost thought to think about putting my caller out and paying Calf Bawl. I tried that once. Cows was NOT happy. But again I didn't. Chugged 4 12oz Sugar Free Gatorades.
Now I'm headed home.
Shoulder hurts, back hurts, knees be ache, bout to die of thirst. Need hurts, leg wants to cramp. The toes I broke last year feel like someone's on the inside with a needle nose pliers just grabbing a bit of meat and SQUEEEEEEEZING for all their worth. Every now and then they'll grab a big ole bight and give it a squeeze.
All that aside. It was a good hunt. The stars was clear and pretty and the 500 million frogs in the pond serenaded me all night.
I texted my twin brother from another mother to come on down and go with me. Told him he could drive and I'd shoot. Wanted me to send my jet. Hated to tell him it's out of fuel. Instead i told him i was used it as overwatch. The Brangus cows might stage a protest. I had Wendy's for lunch last week. I ended up not having an issue. Maybe cause I had Ckickin on breathe from supper still.
Who knows.
HE knows [emoji3583]
Love you all.
Sleep well
Really tho, I feel the pain. I'm getting in that category myself.
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