The ranch hand's first foray into deer hunting was 40 years ago in Sabinal, Texas.
Having no clue about anything remotely related, said neophyte hunter was transported in the pre-dawn chill to a remote location and stationed atop an elevated platform. No walls, no chair, just a wooden platform to sit on. Think COLD! Cold that a pair of Levis and a light jacket just made the wind derisively laugh? No deer that day, but the beginning of an education.
Later years brought additional object lessons in survival during hunts that included ice storms, rain, and every imaginable discomfort one might conceive...all in the interest of "fun"?
Fast forward to the era of the Tin Star Ranch. This season the ole fat boy has had the option of either sitting in the venerable deer blind...or sitting in a recliner inside the house (with the same view as in the blind).
Guess whose sissy butt has spent more time in the house (shooting out the back door) than shivering in the deer blind?
One would like to think that age brings better judgement without mitigation of the "sporting" side of a man?
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