Handgunner
09-17-2004, 07:36 PM
While I enjoy living on the land I hunt, it's this time of year that gets me to "looking back"..
Things I miss.
1. The getting ready for opening day. Checklists, gadget finding, packing things up, etc... the overall "build-up" that friday before and heading down.
2. Loading the truck up with your buddies and hitting the road before "traffic gets us"... Then pulling over and reloading the truck. :D
3. Waiting in traffic seeing the trucks pass by that have deer stands and 4 wheelers in tow. And the wondering of "where they hunt" and "if they'll get anything".
4. The arriving at camp way later than you wanted, but not really minding. Getting things ready in the dark, tripping over yourself, stuff set up and ready to go and that laying in bed praying for sleep, or that big one the next morning. It's hard to sleep when you're system is on "go" since this morning when the alarm clock rang... so even though you're tired, you are wired!
5. The smell of a campfire or fresh coffee... Not coffee being brewed in a house, but over a campfire with the smell of good ol' hardwood mixed with it.
6. Breakfast over that same fire!
7. The deep breathe you take right before clearing your sleeping bag to get ready for the morning.
8. That cold ground on bare feet.
There's just something about that, that I miss. Me and my buddy would make a ritualistic type thing out of opening weekend. We'd pack thursday night, go to work friday, leave work hopefully early and then make last minute gear checks, and "Atlanta, here we come!"... After making it through Atlanta, like clock work, we'd exit at the Forsyth/Monticello exit and eat at the Wendy's on top of the hill, top off with gas, and "Dublin, get ready!"
Pit stop by Dublin, and then off to mom's house -- which is what I miss most. Living above Atlanta all my life, I was lucky to visit with my mom once a month, but during deer season it was as often as I could.
She'd always have something for me when I got there... Something that tops everything previously mentioned. A hug. :)
Living here now, I'm lucky enough to see her everyday, and I get a hug everyday, but it lacks that enthusiam like before. You know what I mean... One of those "HEY, how you been?" type hugs, and then my second favorite thing, which now I'm spoilt on... "south Georgia tea"... You can't get city water to make tea like down here... :D
Anyhow, I'll stop rambling now. Just this cooler weather with deer season barking at me has got me to lookin' back... :)
Things I miss.
1. The getting ready for opening day. Checklists, gadget finding, packing things up, etc... the overall "build-up" that friday before and heading down.
2. Loading the truck up with your buddies and hitting the road before "traffic gets us"... Then pulling over and reloading the truck. :D
3. Waiting in traffic seeing the trucks pass by that have deer stands and 4 wheelers in tow. And the wondering of "where they hunt" and "if they'll get anything".
4. The arriving at camp way later than you wanted, but not really minding. Getting things ready in the dark, tripping over yourself, stuff set up and ready to go and that laying in bed praying for sleep, or that big one the next morning. It's hard to sleep when you're system is on "go" since this morning when the alarm clock rang... so even though you're tired, you are wired!
5. The smell of a campfire or fresh coffee... Not coffee being brewed in a house, but over a campfire with the smell of good ol' hardwood mixed with it.
6. Breakfast over that same fire!
7. The deep breathe you take right before clearing your sleeping bag to get ready for the morning.
8. That cold ground on bare feet.
There's just something about that, that I miss. Me and my buddy would make a ritualistic type thing out of opening weekend. We'd pack thursday night, go to work friday, leave work hopefully early and then make last minute gear checks, and "Atlanta, here we come!"... After making it through Atlanta, like clock work, we'd exit at the Forsyth/Monticello exit and eat at the Wendy's on top of the hill, top off with gas, and "Dublin, get ready!"
Pit stop by Dublin, and then off to mom's house -- which is what I miss most. Living above Atlanta all my life, I was lucky to visit with my mom once a month, but during deer season it was as often as I could.
She'd always have something for me when I got there... Something that tops everything previously mentioned. A hug. :)
Living here now, I'm lucky enough to see her everyday, and I get a hug everyday, but it lacks that enthusiam like before. You know what I mean... One of those "HEY, how you been?" type hugs, and then my second favorite thing, which now I'm spoilt on... "south Georgia tea"... You can't get city water to make tea like down here... :D
Anyhow, I'll stop rambling now. Just this cooler weather with deer season barking at me has got me to lookin' back... :)