The Tale of the Hunt

Dear Family,

I told Mom for her birthday I would write in the BB. I would like to explain how we were out-performed, out-manuvered, and out-thought by simple deer.

My 1st excuse for the lack of success on the hunt is illness: Our first night Steve turned white during dinner and didn't want to eat any food. He went to bed and slept until about 2 o'clock in the morning. He woke up, and tried to stand up. He felt dizzy and had to lay down in the back of the truck. He finally got up and tried to pee and promptly passed out.....he woke up some time later with his pants down and "wet". Jim had a bad head ache and thought it would be a good idea not to get out of his sleeping bag to pee. He hopped to the edge of the tent and began to void only to fall over in mid stream.....wetness was again the end result. Let's just say the next morning the deer that were down wind knew we were coming.

Excuse number 2 deer are smart.

Excuse number 3: we know almost nothing about hunting, I fear for our families if we are ever in a Nephi/steel bow scenario.

Truth be told we had a great time. We would stay up every night playing stupid games like "War" with cards. We did see a few deer on private land. (A cabin must be obtained in the future.) There was nothing on public land but chipmunks. Steve and I thought about popping one with a 30-06, but weren't certain how much of a trophy we would have to bring home.

Anyway hope springs eternal. We'll get them next year. I'll leave it to Steve to make up a story about how there were bears that attacked us.

love,

Richard