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Gas Pains

Tom grew up in Milwaukee, bartended in Wauwatosa in the '70s and moved here in 1984.

Commentary, observations and musings about the outdoors, life in general and maybe Tosa politics and personalities will be the order of the day. He savors a lively debate as much as terrific cooking.

Gas Pains Relief

Go Brewers, Hunt'n, Outdoors

It's been an interesting couple of weeks with the day job.  Long days and late hours.

Finally time for some R&R.

So Thursday my wife and I go to here:

To see this:

The Brewers lost that game fair and square.  Yet in many respects it was an awesome baseball game in an old school ball park.  The Cubbies' fans were genuinely fun people.  They're beginning to believe they can actually exorcise the curse.

Today was more of the day job followed by an opportunity to finally get out with my bow for some deer hunting.

I clean-up and descentify - don a pair of camo cargo pants and t-shirt.  Slipping-on a pair of rubber boots I grab my bow, arrows, camera, berry, knife, back tag and head-out.

There is just enough wind to keep the skeeters away and find a favored downwind location.  It is warm yet cool.

I walk to what might be a nice location in a swampy section of hardwoods with lots of cover - mostly nettles and poison ivy.  The ash trees still have full canopies.  I'm going to lose my shooting light a bit early.

I get myself situated up in a tree.  There is a catbird somewhere above me who announces its presence with a bold MEOW!  Repeatedly.

There is a little brown creeper climbing-about me.  A downy woodpecker pecks about on a dead tree.  A flight of geese cross the sky with loud ka-ronking

This is good.   

The Zen is awesome.  I am really relaxed. Daydreaming too.  Then...

A deer.

The daydreams are banished by an adrenaline rush.

Jeez - they always sneak-up like that - materializing like a ghost. 

Slowly picking her way through the under-story is a doe. 

Picking-up my bow I clip-on the release.

This is going to be a snap-shot.  She's at thirty paces and seemingly unaware of my presence.  Her tail is laid flat. 

I brace myself and get ready to draw.

What's this? 

Another deer.  Followed by another.

It's mama and the twins!  Small twins at that - they still have a few spots.

They walk on. 

Time passes.  No more deer.  The crickets start chirping.

The shadows lengthen and then darken. I lose my light.

A screech owl begins to call with its whiny trill.  Creepy.

I climb down and walk back to the house.  It's dark when I arrive.

I swap out of my hunting togs securing them in their tub and crack-open an OV.

It's been a fine couple of days.

Life is  good.

Tom

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