The trip to Talladega cut into some of my bow season here in Vermont this year but I was able to get out 4 times. I almost made a 5th but the wind was blowing so hard the tree my stand is in almost went down. Some tops off the other trees snapped so I figured that was my cue to exit. With age comes wisdom. Actually not, I just wanted to live to hunt another day. I will be off to Northern Maine in about 2 weeks to chase the big elusive whitetail bucks that tip the scales at over 200 pounds and sport some nice headgear to boot. Doing things a bit different this year. I'm actually going to try to sit in a stand all day (usually I do a lot of hiking) and I am only bringing my TC encore pro hunter with the muzzleloader barrel. My 72 year old friend Dean thinks I am absolutely nuts. I'm going to stick to my guns (no pun intended) and follow through with my plan. Hunting to me is not only about harvesting an animal but everything involved in a hunt. I want to succeed on my terms. I may come back empty handed and with a crying towel but I am prepared for it. Keep on rollin Posse. Take care and God bless.
Chuck
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