Tom and I will be going out this Saturday to shoot our guns for the first time. I will be more specific with group sizes. We have Sunday if we run into problems, then we leave. We’re driving, so we get to bring critters home if we get lucky.
I have another procedure on my back the day before we leave, so driving instead of flying and dealing with luggage and airports is a Godsend. This is already a really stupid thing I’m doing healthwise and could backfire, but a couple of folks are counting on me to go, the tags have already been received, nobody can take my place, and selfishly, I’ve never killed a really big whitetail. I need one.
Vicodin and whiskey and ice packs notwithstanding, motorcycles need love too, and cold weather riding is easier with good camo hunting clothing. I recently gave my compatriot Al a leather jacket that my dad gave me decades ago. I gave up waiting for it to grow to fit me. Al is one of the biggest people I know, but he’s physically a diminutive creature. The jacket fits him great and now I think of him as a miniature Marlon Brando. “He could’a been a contenda….”
The decaying animal parts in the title refer to a few heads from geese that my friend Mark killed while on his last trip, and I’m fleshing them out to mount for him. I’m also making him a wingbone call from one of the turkeys he killed the time before. And to believe I wanted to be a taxidermist. I’ve mounted a handful of creatures before and I’m glad that it’s pretty much out of my system.
Hope your hunting season is turning out great, and God bless you and yours this Thanksgiving day!