I can't get my hubby to sit down long enough to write a blog-worthy summary of his hunting season thus far.
Nope, it is still not over.
But I was copied on a couple of emails to his hunting buddies that give a brief snapshot of his adventures thus far.
I don't think I can get prosecuted for plagiarism within a marriage covenant, right?
***Just a little note for those who are not familiar with any true hunters. My husband is a lover of wildlife and a true conservationist. He hunts legally and with integrity and we eat ALL the meat that he harvests each year.***
Here is his email:
Well it’s that time of year again. No not football season! Hunting season…when people of all ages and walks of life head afield to reconnect with their passion, the wild, their creator, new adventures or new friends. Or, possibly just to unplug from the trials and tribulations of daily life like email, conference calls, falling stock prices, performance objectives and the mundane responsibilities of life.
Whatever the reason, there is a draw to the woods and plains this time of year that is as hypnotic as it is exciting.
My adventures afield this fall began in western Wyoming with an old friend, Brett, a new one, Jerry and my eldest son, Hunter. We spent two days scouting prior to the mid-September opener and found some great bucks. The opener was full of excitement with Brett shooting a heavy horned buck right at shooting light, my shooting opportunity came two hours later in the same field with a true monster buck and then Jerry shot a great old 16 inch buck with tons of character later in the afternoon.
Our Wyoming adventure was filled with coyotes running through our campsite, an elk herd walking by our tents in the night and herds of wild horses streaming by on the wide open plains. Enjoy the pictures and look for a full rendition of our adventure in Eastman’s Hunting Journal www.eastmans.com in the coming year.