For me, it was an especially thankfull day. On the Saturday before TG, four years ago, I was struck down with a terrible virus. I came within a broadhead blade of dying. I was not able to hunt for three years, could barely walk. Hunting a few hours each TG morning was a tradition with me that spanned a few decades. This year, I went.
I killed two deer just after good light, a small buck and a big doe and was home by 8:30. I enjoyed the day with family especially the grandkids and thanked the Higher Power for bringing me back and restoring the tradition. It was a special day for me.
Last edited by scribe; 11-27-2011 at 03:45 PM.