First Light, The View - Ep 49

So this day was a cold fall morning, and for some reason, I decided I wanted to try my hand at hunting.

Now, I had a shotgun.

It was a .410 .

single shot bolt action.

I still have it.

And I probably was carrying that gun and I was probably, I'm sure I was carrying that gun.

It's the only gun I had.

And so I was, I was thinking about shooting anything that might be shootable with, On a hunt, like if it was a deer, I was going to probably take a shot.

If it was a squirrel, that's really probably what I thought I might have the best chance at shooting.

But anything was fair game.

I'm sure I would have taken a pot shot at a raccoon or a possum, but I didn't have any opportunities.

That morning, in my mind, I was... quietly stalking through the woods like Daniel Boone.

I had some camo on.

I was dressed for the cold morning.

It wasn't freezing, but it was cold enough to where I had a jacket and a hunting vest and at least a hunting shirt on of some kind.

I don't remember owning any camouflage pants, but I probably had a jacket and a hat and those kind of things on.

And I was at least I was going through the woods.

As an adult now, as an old man, I bet I was making all kinds of racket going through those woods and I wasn't about to see anything.

I remember stopping at the bottom of at a very low place between two ridges where there was a drainage ditch and we thought of it as a creek.

And so I was standing on the edge of that creek and there wasn't any water in the bottom of it.

It was very sandy bottom.

And so I found that I could walk a little more quietly in that sandy bottom.

And I remember sitting on a log and looking to the left and right and imagining something coming through those woods and imagining like a really close shot.

I thought I was going to see something.

So every second of that hunt was filled with intense anticipation.