I wake up at 4 am, grab the pack I loaded up the night before with my camo taped tri pods, high powered binoculars, water, ammo, and my 7mm magnum. As I open the door to my truck I wonder why the old people feel the need to walk their rodent like dogs in front of my house and stare while i am covered head to toe in brush camo. Can they see me?
I drive 30 miles away from home onto a dirt road up the mountain and see truck after truck. Shit everyone is coming out for the last 2 days of the hunt. Finally i found a spot to park and see a hill that I want to glass off of. I grab my 70lbs. pack out of my truck and start my mile and a half hike.
"I am too fat for this shit" I told myself, but still pushed on.
I reach the peak that I wanted, out of breath and wanting to throw up. I set up the glass and wait for the sun to start peeking over the hill tops. As I scan the half dead bushes, and cactus the wind starts to blow mildly shaking my optics so I can not see much movement on the field.
As the wind dies I am staring at a patch of cactus being approached slowly by a small group of javalina. Some movement from beyond the prickly pear patch catches my eye. I set my rifle on the other tripod and focus my scope in.
BANG! Someones shot startled my buck down an canyon and out of range.
"Where the fuck is he?" I said to myself.
Suddenly more shot fire, one after another, I hear yelling off in the distance as i am glassing to see if more people are around. Nothing.
I hike up to another hill top, this time leaving my pack behind. I glass down and see 4 people target shooting at what seems to be nothing. Fucking assholes.
I wonder if this round will be fired off this season.
-Kyle, who wants his first deer.