This is Kids deer hunting weekend in Texas. It is restricted to children only. I can't even have my rifle along. However, due to my Grandsons 10:30 football game today and Halloween tonight, we can't go until tomorrow morning. I will get up at 3:30 in the morn and pick him, his friend and friends dad up at 4:30 tomorrow morning. I'm pretty sure those kids would skip Trick or Treating tonight but their Moms are nostalgic about their probably last time to go. Dang, my little Pardner is now 11 years old, 5'2" and 125 lbs. He started deer hunting with me when he was 4. We sat in a blind; him with his BB gun and me with my 30-06. He got the first shot and if they didn't go down cleanly, I had to finish them off. Yeah, I know, old men spend more time looking in their rear view mirror than their windshield.
My old squaw is out of town on what I call a bitch-out. She and about a dozen friends have been getting together for over 20 years. They rent a large lake place and sit around having a glass of wine and talking about problems on jobs, men, divorces, menopause, etc. I encourage it because I think it is good for her.
Last edited by Dave Davidson1; 10/31/09 07:02 AM.
