Once he got his first deer he began asking me to accompany him to the woods. I can't hunt since I don't have a license but I am allowed to sit with him. Of course, that necessitates dressing the part. Orange is required for safety and many warm layers are required to prevent frostbite. Sitting very still and quiet is not exactly conducive to warmth. I finally gave in and went with him last weekend.
Decked out in camo, orange, and oversized, insulated coveralls (complete with bloodstains!) with Mr. Lime and Isaac in their respective gear, I commented that I looked like one third of Larry, Darryl, and Darryl. They assured me I looked like the dullest member of that trio. We walked to the tree stand and Mr. Lime sent me up the ladder then joined me. Next he told me he wanted me to hold his gun. I did so while looking out where he said the deer path was when he snapped this with his phone. He thought it might help convince me to get my hunting license if I saw myself looking all official.
Well, it was nice to be invited to the inner sanctum of his hunting world but I gotta say I much prefer cooking the venison in a nice warm kitchen to sitting in a cold tree stand waiting for the deer to walk within range...not to mention preferring the smell of curried venison to that of doe estrus "cologne" designed to attract the bucks. That is truly foul.
But hey, I look the part, right?
