Yuh nSuh and I went deer hunting today. I carried the gun and did the walking, but the deer was to be his. This was our plan.
It was nine degrees above zero this morning. Yvsa picks lousy days to go deer hunting.
We "walk hunt" and spent the dawn-thirty and beyond time looking for places where the deer might be lying up to find shelter from the wind and cold.
The drenching rain, then high winds, then precipitous drop in temperatures had most the oak leaves off the trees, and frozen so that they were making a noise like we were walking on potato chips. The plowed ground was like walking on concrete chunks.
No deer was as stupid as we were. They were all in their travel-homes and solar-heated geodesic domes.
Also, I think I figured out a flaw in our plan. Today went exactly as it should have, based on our description.
Next time, we go deer FINDING.
Great news on the surgery. In my heart, I knew he was going to be fine.
Nice to have his well-being as the four thousandth post subject.