A Woodland Happening
It was one of those warm fall days, when summer wouldn’t quite let go, about 75 degrees. It was October 1 and the fall bow season had opened. I broke away from work about noon to get a little quality hunting time in. There is no quiet way to get up in a tree with a climbing stand, so I didn’t even try when I got to my favorite hunting spot. I had been sitting there about an hour and a half and had not seen a sign of a deer. Suddenly I heard a rustling in the leaves. It was something coming...