Sitting in a deer stand. It’s 6:30am on Thanksgiving Day. There is a low lying layer of fog but its starting to lift. Another peaceful as hell morning. Very relaxing. I can see shapes of deer through the patches of grey misty fog. One in particular has a haze of white antler above its head. Prolly a pretty nice buck. I’ll let the fog lift a little more and just keep chilling….
Sonofabitch, it is quiet and peaceful. A far cry different than the streets of Los Angeles. I do not miss the sounds of sirens. Whether its an ambulance or a cop, I don’t miss that sound. I don’t miss the low flying helicopters either. Circling the neighborhood keeping a birds eye view of another dipshit running from the law. I don’t miss my damn neighbors dogs barking their asses off all day and night, either.
I’ve been here at the ranch for about three weeks now. It took me a week and a half to just settle into a rhythm and wind down. Hershey is having a blast. She goes everywhere I go. Without a leash. I think she likes the So Cal weather just like I do. And L.A. Is a very cool city. Don’t get me wrong. Lots of history, lots of things to see and do. Great restaurants. But it’s hard to beat South Texas. Or anyplace that’s home, really. It is hotter than hell here in the summer. But once it starts cooling off a little bit and you climb into a deer stand, it’s tremendous.
I’ve taken one cull buck this season. I’ll prolly take another one or two depending on what I see. For the most part though, I enjoy sitting in the brush country of South Texas and watching deer.
The fog is getting lower, rather than lifting. I filmed two good bucks, took pictures, and logged everything I saw into our deer count sheet we keep in the stands. Time to blow this taco stand and go eat breakfast.
Happy Thanksgiving from the Broken Skull Ranch.