11-10-2003, 06:02 AM
I almost forgot what happened to me one opening morning for deer season. I sat down on a trail in the woods. for an hour I kept hearing rustling, I thought to my self it was a deer, and it was neer by digging for acorns. and as the morn drew near the rustling progressivily got lowder. it was still to dark to see a foot in front of my face, I struggled to see in to the dark but could not see anything.
about every 5 10 minutes I would hear the rustling dawn began to break and I could just barly start to see in front of me, minute by minute the antipation of seeing a fur dinner standing directly in front of me. hoping he was still there. sitting there in the open on the trail, I knew I would have to sit compleatly motionless. and wait, wait out the excitment that was rushing through my thoughts.
as my visibility drew better every moment, and the rustling became louder with each passing moment, I was sure that at any second I was going to have a deer staring me right in the face.
then it happened. not more than a foot away from me it bolted right out of a pile of crisp fallen leaves, right in my face, knocked me right off my seat and on to my back. I did not even have a chance to draw my gun on the phesant I sat on top of in the pitch black darkness of a moonless night...
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about every 5 10 minutes I would hear the rustling dawn began to break and I could just barly start to see in front of me, minute by minute the antipation of seeing a fur dinner standing directly in front of me. hoping he was still there. sitting there in the open on the trail, I knew I would have to sit compleatly motionless. and wait, wait out the excitment that was rushing through my thoughts.
as my visibility drew better every moment, and the rustling became louder with each passing moment, I was sure that at any second I was going to have a deer staring me right in the face.
then it happened. not more than a foot away from me it bolted right out of a pile of crisp fallen leaves, right in my face, knocked me right off my seat and on to my back. I did not even have a chance to draw my gun on the phesant I sat on top of in the pitch black darkness of a moonless night...
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