Four of us venture to my grannies (and yes, we really call her granny) farm in north central Missouri every year to pursue deer, turkey, the occasional coyote, some good conversation, and good food. While we do like to fill our tags it's more about getting together. For those of you who haven't enjoyed venison - it's delicious. And for those who don't get in the woods - it's life changing.
Here is your author returning from a morning bowhunt empty handed. This is how he returns from every bowhunt, but you'll notice he's still smiling.
This is my friend, neighbor, co-worker Shane who sat frozen in a deer stand with me one morning not too long back trying to get some sausage and jerky meat. Neither of us did but he made a nice shot on Wiley Coyote.
I just realized I don't have a picture of the other David from this year. Well he is my brother in law, so forgetting him is probably allowed. You can see him at my post on our spring fishing trip here.