(This is part 2 of a story posted on November 15th)
We actually slept in this morning. I didn't want to fumble around, dragging a half-asleep boy along, in the predawn darkness, scaring off every deer within miles. Instead Z. wanted to try his hand at log splitting. So while our comrades were on stand my boy and I slept in a little, ate some pop tarts and spent most of the morning splitting logs....until the axe broke.
After cooking the mighty hunters a hearty breakfast over the campfire we did a little scouting, shot the .243, told some huntin' tales and completed a view tasks around camp. Then it was time to put on some camo and head out for the afternoon hunt.
Our blind location was just right. The wind was just right. The temperature was just right. Our equipment was just right. Surely the deer were going to be all over us. Wrong! It was an another enjoyable evening afield but we didn't see a thing. Maybe tomorrow would be the day.