nephew and I went out on Sunday. I have no qualms about saying i got skunked, I got seriously skunked. Stil: any day hunting.

it was an instructional day. Most of indiana is flat as hell, but ther is actually some rolling terrain out in Kingsbury. We wandered through a lot of it sunday- as far as I can tell, around seventeen miles. Around noon we did what the deer were doing; that is to say, we took a nap. I found a spot under some pines, in the lee of a big hillock, and we ate a sandwich and bedded down. Nephew was a little amazed that you could sleep outdoors on the ground in 9 degree weather and not freeze to death- I explained to him about pine needles, and explained why I told him to dress the way he dressed. Nice to pass this little bit of knowledge on to the next generation. Nice to have such a refreshing nap, too. We woke around one thirty,and walked back to the truck, and moved on to another spot. We saw three does, which were safe sunday, but might find themselves in peril saturday.

That walking, carrying my bulk around, is not easy, but its the standing still after that’s the trouble- I had no trouble doing it. Keep moving, as they say.

How I wish I was there now.