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Backwards And Forward In Time.
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Coalman
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05 February 2012
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02-05-12
Today's walk with the yellow dog brought me backwards and forwards in time. Back the time machine went to deer season 2011. Our travels first led us to where my BIL shot his last day, last hour doe. The hunt began when Mark reassured me he instructed BIL to stand at the second brook.
It happens to just about everyone who stands at this crossing for the first time, myself included. They hear brook and they stop. Somehow "second" brook just doesn't sink through. When I reached BIL at the crossing he was at the first brook. We hurried to the second brook just as Mark walked through the honey hole. His doe did not cross in the traditional spot. She crossed a beaver pond and was heading to where I had just taken him off stand.
I can still see BIL leaning up against that tree looking through his scope. I leaned up against that same tree today to see what he saw.
It brought me backward to this.
The deer trails led us in a familiar direction. Walking along their tracks brought us to Mark's stand.
He found this at an abandoned teen party site in the woods. He borrowed it for his sit.
I sent him a picture of the chair. We texted in the memory.
We left deer season behind us as we cut the trail that would bring us home. We were soon transferred forward in time as we crested a small knoll by the edge of the road.
I was reminded it will be turkey season before you know it.
Today's walk with the yellow dog brought me backwards and forwards in time. Back the time machine went to deer season 2011. Our travels first led us to where my BIL shot his last day, last hour doe. The hunt began when Mark reassured me he instructed BIL to stand at the second brook.
It happens to just about everyone who stands at this crossing for the first time, myself included. They hear brook and they stop. Somehow "second" brook just doesn't sink through. When I reached BIL at the crossing he was at the first brook. We hurried to the second brook just as Mark walked through the honey hole. His doe did not cross in the traditional spot. She crossed a beaver pond and was heading to where I had just taken him off stand.
I can still see BIL leaning up against that tree looking through his scope. I leaned up against that same tree today to see what he saw. It brought me backward to this.
The deer trails led us in a familiar direction. Walking along their tracks brought us to Mark's stand.
He found this at an abandoned teen party site in the woods. He borrowed it for his sit.
I sent him a picture of the chair. We texted in the memory.
We left deer season behind us as we cut the trail that would bring us home. We were soon transferred forward in time as we crested a small knoll by the edge of the road.
I was reminded it will be turkey season before you know it.
