Posted by TFG on October 15th, 2012
I mean, outside of my reliance on pay-for-play cheat sheets that are not very good, my complete unfamiliarity with this generation of player-men, and a complete lack of interest in watching NFL games in any other manner than background noise. I went with my Uncle the Country Doctor to his deer lease down on the Sabine River bottom yesterday, and spent a couple of hours watching whitetails wander around. He and his partners have built this into a Level 3 MLDP joint. We were out there yesterday evening to harvest “cull” bucks…bucks that have wacky racks and dilute the gene pool by siring fawns who will have wacky racks. That one up there is one such cull buck with a wacky rack. I didn’t shoot him…I don’t trust my shooting eye one little bit right now…it’s been way too long…I even think my dominant eye has switched from right to left…with a scope, it shouldn’t matter much, so I’m not swapping out guns and learning to shoot left-handed or anything, though I would enjoy trying that, so send on your unused, dust-gathering left-handed Remington 700 BDLs, OK? That buck up there was about 200 lbs. on the hoof, and had a half-inch of pretty white fat on him, so he was having himself a wonderful summer and fall.
The funny part of the evening was that there were three other bucks in the field, all of them pretty, one of them a really nice 10-pointer. My uncle, a lifetime whitetail hunter, with literally walls full of racks, was getting buck fever, and said he had to force himself to make the shot on the cull buck instead of one of the super-sweet bucks. I was proud of him for sticking to the plan. Now, the head is in the freezer for a European mount, and the meat has gone to a family who needed it, and that’s that. Which explains why I missed all the NFL games after the Cowboys performed their weekly upchuck.