So we there again - hunting season as they call it, for me, its just winter, colder cooler and a bit better on the old body.
I can feel the tension in my mind waiting now for Cody to write last exam and then, every week end if I can find clients enough, into the bush it is. Those icy cold wake ups, open eyes and look around, we there, we on the farm.
This will be my first year doing all my own meat ( I hope, perhaps I chicken out), got all I need and just need to hunt now.
I looked today, got two Impala roast's left, dam good that, over stocked by 2 roasts from last hunts.
Below is my sentiments, who ever wrote this was likely another me.
442438852_838628198292686_4780794232268502939_n by David Frank Allen, on Flickr
