Both Team "A" and Team "B" slept in this morning...sometimes sleep is more important!!!
It is a WINDY 55 degrees and blowing form the due south!
Randy and Lynlee are set in at 3:54 and Brock, Bryson and I are set in at 4:03pm.
Before heading out today we were discussing if we had everything. I ask Brock if he had his bullets and he said "I put them in the safe." I told him that they were not there and when we get home he had to find them or suffer the consequences!
About 4:22pm Tall6 steps out of the south tree line and in a flash sprints across the meadow to the tree line between us and Billy Bob's wheat field. When Tall6 reached the tree line he paused for a 10 count and then in a flash was across the plowed ground like a gazelle. I guess this stiff wind has them spooky and leaving no room to be caught in the open.
At 4:43pm Randy text me and asked if I can see the smoke to our south. I could see a slight haze of smoke and hope like he devil it wasn't the meadow on fire. I have never even thought about the meadow burning until this instance. This smoke was all we had to witness for the rest of the hunt...unless you count the doe I spotted slipping up behind my feeder only to slip away just a quickly.
About 5pm Bryson informs me that he needed to #2...BAD. I dug in my pack and all i could offer him was a transformer beanie. Brock was quick to take possession of the beaning that has been in my pack for over a year and nixed the idea of using it to clean up. By now Bryson was desperate and had to hit the woods with his coloring book in hand.
I thought he would get out of sight before getting down and dirty, but he just stepped out of the trail to the blind and dropped um. I told Brock to face away and not make Bryson embarrassed but Bryson was the one hollering at us to "LOOK!" We laughed our heads off for about 10 minutes. Needless to say, our hunt was over, but it is time like this that will be remembered for a lifetime.
I love to laugh with my kids and I have learned that the older they get, the more common the laughter is. I guess raising them right form he start will pay off in the long run....Brylee might be another story...she has me wrapped and I will admit it!!!
Y'all come back now...
SKKKRRRREEEEEECCCCHHHH!!!! I almost forgot something...
When we were walking out after the hunt. What did I happen to stumble upon......a full box of .308 bullets. I called Brock over and showed him and he said..."I thought I put them in the safe!" Thanks to someone somewhere who made me walk that exact pathway and look down at the exact minute to find those bullets in about 200 acre knee high prairie grass meadow.
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