What is it about hunting that fascinates us anyway? There you are sitting there cold and miserable. After sitting for 6 hours or more freezing your butt off waiting hour after excruciatingly slow hour for that monster buck to show up. Finally nature throws you a bone as a twig snaps. You hear at first then see a small immature doe enter the opening in front of your blind, followed closely by another, then another. After your long wait in the bitter cold at last something to shake out the cobwebs and get the old pumper going again. You flex your fingers trying to get circulation flowing in icy cold fingers once again. You pick up your bow, as a small spike buck walks out of the forest edge, it looks nervously over its shoulder and picks up the pace. Then a really nice 6 point appears. Should you draw yet or wait for a bigger buck? The 6 point also looks behind him to the woods. You hold off on the draw, Something must be behind him, maybe that giant buck you're camera caught last fall. The buck that dreams are made of. How many times did you run and re run that film back and fourth dreaming of making the miracle shot and claiming that awesome rack for your wall. The dream of phoning up all your buddies with the exciting details of the hunt played and re played across your mind. It finally gets the old heart racing and puts a bit of feeling back in your frozen fingers.
There! Over there, is that the flash of antlers gleaming through the trees? My God it is, really Huge antlers. The kind you only hear about and see in Big Buck magazine. And magically There He is, the Monarch of the Mountain, standing proudly, His huge antlers glistening in the sun as you try to count the number of tines, 9, 10, 11, 12 , 13, 14 at least. A 14 pointer, maybe a world record, certainly the state record. With a will of its own your bow seems to rise up to eye level. With trembling hands you slowly draw back the bowstring, thanking the gods that you were smart enough to buy that new killer buckslayer instead of your old antiquated recurve bow of the past. Shaking just a little you line up on the biggest buck you have ever seen. With great effort you bring your excitement in check and the trembling stops as the sights rest on the critical area of the animals chest. Sights line up perfectly on the Heart as that magnificant animal pauses for the perfect shot.
And then your damm Blackberry rings.
Oh sure its ok to bring your blackberry hunting .....
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