I can't believe I am going to be in a tree stand in four days. I live for this month. Honestly, this is the absolute most favorite time of the year for me. Hunting with a bow during the whitetail rut in the midwest is as close to a proverbially heaven is a man can get. I would consider myself to be a philosophical thinker, yet I have no rhyme or reason, or orchestrated thought to express how I feel about hunting. It's my life and in my blood. Bow hunting is as spiritual and as natural a man can get.
Packing, watching Monster Bucks on the ODC, and counting down the days.
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