Sitting in a Tree

Part of my post-army semiretired life has involved sitting in trees and deer blinds.  Or, in other words, deer hunting.  The deer in Tennessee actually taste pretty good, without the gamey taste that some deer have out west.  So we try to shoot 1 or 2 a year.  This year we have gotten 1 that a friend of mine had shot while we were hunting together.

You might ask why I am writing this drivel. The reason being I'm currently in a deer blind bored out of my skull.  It's funny, I have a love and hate relationship with this thing called deer hunting.  When I'm doing it, I feel like I could be productive in so many other endeavors, like cleaning my garage or starting the living space in my barn.  

But no here I sit waiting for a whitetail to cross my path, and with each deer season, another year of my life passes.  Sitting here a few days away from Christmas thinking, oh shit, I still have a lot of shopping left to do.   As another hour of my life is lost sitting in this deer blind.  

After hunting season is over and a few months have past when there is no deer meat in the freezer.  I will again wait to go sit in a tree in a place called Whitetail Pines.