Almost Didn’t Make It
While coming downstairs this morning @ oh-dark thirty getting ready for hunting, I discovered just how slippery wool socks are on carpeted stairs. Half the trip was very fast, on my ass.
As I am now typing this from relative comfort of my tree stand, one can assume I surived the most dangerous part of the morning.
Heard shots already, 6:45, 30 minutes early. Cheaters!