Speaker 1: Welcome to This Country Life. I'm your host, Brent Reeves
Speaker 1: from coon hunting to trot lining and just general country living.
Speaker 2: I want you to stay a.
Speaker 1: While as I share my experiences and life lessons. This
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Speaker 2: The airways had off.
Speaker 1: All right, friends, grab a chair or drop that tail gate.
Speaker 1: I've got some stories to share. Opportunities. Life is full
Speaker 1: of choices, and every day those choices lead us down
Speaker 1: the path of the rest of our lives. Now that
Speaker 1: sounds kind of deep, but it's true. We determine our
Speaker 1: path by what we choose to do with the opportunities
Speaker 1: that are presented. I'm gonna talk all about it, but
Speaker 1: first I'm going to tell you a story. This week's
Speaker 1: story comes from Marshall Day, a nineteen year old lifelong
Speaker 1: resident of Story County, Iowa. Story County is located in
Speaker 1: what could.
Speaker 2: Be the bullseye of the state of Iowa.
Speaker 1: Ninety eight thousand, five hundred and sixty six islands lived
Speaker 1: there amongst five hundred and seventy four square miles of freedom.
Speaker 1: That's one hundred and seventy one point seven people per
Speaker 1: square bill. That's not too bad. Everybody would have plenty
Speaker 1: of room, and as long as you didn't run into
Speaker 1: that point seven fella, you'd probably be able to sleep
Speaker 1: good at night.
Speaker 2: Anyway.
Speaker 1: In Marshall's words and my voice, here we go. Recently,
Speaker 1: my dad and I applied for Colorado tags as a group.
Speaker 1: We didn't draw the elk tags, but when the uncleaned
Speaker 1: tags came out there was some black bear tags available.
Speaker 2: We thought, why not. It's cheaper than an elk. It
Speaker 2: sounds like a whole lot of fun, and after two days.
Speaker 1: Of driving, we made it to the National Park campsite,
Speaker 1: just down the road from where we had been spotting
Speaker 1: water holes on the map. The next day, we drove
Speaker 1: up to the trailhead near some water holes we wanted
Speaker 1: to check out and started hiking. It was fairly easy
Speaker 1: hiking at a low incline and with the top has
Speaker 1: got to be around the next ben mindset, We eventually
Speaker 1: found ourselves two and a half hours up the mountain.
Speaker 1: We sat there for a bit and then we followed
Speaker 1: our map the rest of the way to the water hole.
Speaker 1: We didn't see any sign it first until I saw
Speaker 1: a big pile of bear scat.
Speaker 2: We thought that was.
Speaker 1: Promising, and judging by the amount of scat, the bear
Speaker 1: was pretty big, and we found a big, old flat
Speaker 1: rock to set against about one hundred yards up the
Speaker 1: hill from the water hole, and we waited. We saw
Speaker 1: a satellite bull come through in the middle of the day,
Speaker 1: and then around six pm, I looked over my left
Speaker 1: shoulders see a little ball of brown fur coming towards us.
Speaker 1: I pointed it to my dad, and I saw three
Speaker 1: more that were coming with him. We quickly realized it
Speaker 1: was a soal with three cubs. Surprisingly, the mama looked
Speaker 1: to be less than one hundred pounds. She wasn't big
Speaker 1: as nothing, and we couldn't believe something so small could
Speaker 1: make a pile as big as what we saw. My
Speaker 1: dad started taking pictures, and when they got about eight
Speaker 1: yards away from us, we realized they had no idea
Speaker 1: that we were there, and they wanted to be right
Speaker 1: where we were. Now realizing this, my dad yelled, hey bear,
Speaker 1: and the mama looked up, saw us and ran back
Speaker 1: down the hill. One cup ran past my side on
Speaker 1: a rock just less than two yards from me, and
Speaker 1: one ran past my dad, and then the other one
Speaker 1: just sat there looking at us for a couple of
Speaker 1: seconds before running back down the hill after his mama.
Speaker 1: We were both super excited and our hearts were racing
Speaker 1: because that was both of our first experience with a
Speaker 1: bear in the wild. After that, we sat with the
Speaker 1: with the rest of the afternoon and saw five mule
Speaker 1: deer and a herd of eighteen elkremore. We watched him,
Speaker 1: and we could hear the bull bugle, and we just
Speaker 1: bashed in God's creation. That right there was worth the
Speaker 1: whole price of admission. The next day, we didn't see
Speaker 1: anything until we were driving out that night and saw
Speaker 1: a big black bear in the middle of the road.
Speaker 1: He ran off up the mountain, so we decided that's
Speaker 1: where we wanted to be when the sun came up.
Speaker 1: So on the third day of that hunt, we found
Speaker 1: a trail that went up that direction and we took off.
Speaker 1: It was thick and it was steep, but we were
Speaker 1: seeing acorns and berries and lots of bear skin. Constantly,
Speaker 1: encouraged by the sign, we kept going. After two and
Speaker 1: a half hours, we found ourselves only half a mile
Speaker 1: from our vehicle, but up one thousand feet in elevation.
Speaker 1: We came up to a spot that leveled off into
Speaker 1: a bench about two hundred feet from the top, and
Speaker 1: there was a big muddy puddle. We walked up to
Speaker 1: it and there was bear tracks all around it, and
Speaker 1: wouldn't you know, more scat and we found the perfect
Speaker 1: ambush spot on the ledge above the water hole. And
Speaker 1: right about then we realized we'd forgotten to fill our
Speaker 1: own water bottles.
Speaker 2: We were too far.
Speaker 1: Up to go back, so we stayed there with the
Speaker 1: little water that we had. The sun beating down on
Speaker 1: us all day, giving us sunburns. It was pretty quiet
Speaker 1: day and we hadn't seen anything for quite a while,
Speaker 1: and around six that evening, nature called, so I stood
Speaker 1: up and turned around the water the plants. No sooner
Speaker 1: had I turned around, my dad started frantically whispering my name.
Speaker 2: Marshall, Marshall, Marshall.
Speaker 1: I assumed he was teasing me, because the last time
Speaker 1: we were hunting in Colorado, I was doing the same
Speaker 1: thing when some elk came out. I turned around to
Speaker 1: see a bear coming to the water hole. Quietly got
Speaker 1: my gun my shooting sticks in position, and right as
Speaker 1: I was getting settled in on the bear, he turned
Speaker 1: away staring at him behind. I didn't have a shot,
Speaker 1: and the bear hadn't moved, and my dad couldn't see him,
Speaker 1: but was wondering why I was taking so long to shoot.
Speaker 1: Put my crosshairs on the bear and I waited. Finally
Speaker 1: he turned just enough and I pulled the trigger. My
Speaker 1: shot rang out, and the bear stood up and tumbled
Speaker 1: through the muddy water fell down.
Speaker 2: He was dead.
Speaker 1: My legs started shaking from the adrenaline as my dad
Speaker 1: and I celebrated. We got down to the bear and
Speaker 1: we took pictures and we got him quartered and skinned out,
Speaker 1: and I have to give a shot. Got out to
Speaker 1: my amazing father who not only let me shoot first
Speaker 1: instead of shooting the bearer himself while I was turned around,
Speaker 1: but he skinned and quartered the bear for me and
Speaker 1: took all the meat in his pack while I took.
Speaker 2: The head and the high.
Speaker 1: He really is the best father I could have, raising
Speaker 1: me to follow God and love the outdoors, and.
Speaker 2: I just couldn't ask for better Dad.
Speaker 1: After getting the bear broke down and packed in our
Speaker 1: backs in the dark, we started the steep hike down.
Speaker 1: I've been out of water for over hour and a
Speaker 1: half and now Dad was very low. The hike down
Speaker 1: was harder than the hike up, and we were carrying
Speaker 1: lots of weight in our packs, and it was dark.
Speaker 2: Finding out way down, man, it wasn't easy.
Speaker 1: We almost got stuck multiple times, and at one point
Speaker 1: we stopped on the mountain to take a breathe, and
Speaker 1: I was wondering if we would ever make it off
Speaker 1: that mountain at all. Halfway down, ran out of water.
Speaker 1: It'd be another two and a half hours of stumbling
Speaker 1: down through the thick brush before we finally made it
Speaker 1: back to the vehicle, dropped our packs and started chugging water.
Speaker 1: We gave thanks for a successful hunt, and more importantly
Speaker 1: for getting down.
Speaker 2: Safe and sound.
Speaker 1: We went out the next day for Dad, but we
Speaker 1: didn't see anything. But I thank him every time I
Speaker 1: tell that story and will for the rest of my
Speaker 1: life for putting my experience above his and letting me
Speaker 1: get the bear. He really is the best father I
Speaker 1: could ask for. And now, with some bear meat in
Speaker 1: the freezer and a great story to go with it,
Speaker 1: bear hunting might just become a yearly thing for us.
Speaker 1: And according to Marshall Day of Story County, Iowa, that's
Speaker 1: just how that happened. That story is right on theme
Speaker 1: today with what I'm talking about, which is taking an
Speaker 1: opportunity seeing where it goes. I got a feeling the
Speaker 1: Marshall that as you get older, the best part of
Speaker 1: the hunt ain't gonna have anything to do with a
Speaker 1: bear or who got to shoot it first. It'll be
Speaker 1: more about the opportunity you had to spend time together,
Speaker 1: and y'all did it. Thanks for sharing, buddy. Opportunities come
Speaker 1: along every day in one form or another, and what
Speaker 1: we do with them can determine the direction of the moment,
Speaker 1: the day, or the rest of your life. Some we
Speaker 1: may never know the circumstances of based on our decisions.
Speaker 1: A lot is left up to fate or the grand design.
Speaker 1: And unless you're reading a fictional book like the ones
Speaker 1: they call Choose your Own Adventure, you'll never know what
Speaker 1: might have been, what you avoided, or what you gained
Speaker 1: in the totality of the circumstances. You can look at
Speaker 1: the obvious example of say skipping out on going to
Speaker 1: the movies and watching a scary show. You can say, well,
Speaker 1: I didn't get scared because I didn't see it, But
Speaker 1: could you have met a new friend? Ran into an
Speaker 1: old acquaintance found a five dollar bill. Who knows that
Speaker 1: you could have had nightmares. It seems to me that
Speaker 1: if a hurricane and the Gulf can be theoretically caused
Speaker 1: by the flutter of a butterfly's wing on the other
Speaker 1: side of the planet, the possibilities are literally limitless. Now
Speaker 1: I think back on different times when opportunities and choices
Speaker 1: arose in my life and how the decisions I made,
Speaker 1: even the ones that seemed so inconsequential, continue to have
Speaker 1: a measurable impact on my existence and those around you.
Speaker 1: Often get asked, what was my favorite part of my
Speaker 1: law enforcement career. Was it wearing a uniform or when
Speaker 1: I worked undercover. It's hard to really say with absolute
Speaker 1: certainty because each was vastly different, But I always say
Speaker 1: working undercover and give this analogy for the reason why
Speaker 1: when I was wearing a uniform and working patrol, I
Speaker 1: was reacting to the situations that arose.
Speaker 2: If I sitting on.
Speaker 1: The side of the highway working radar, someone had to
Speaker 1: come by me violating the traffic laws before I acted.
Speaker 1: The same with answering calls that came in through dispatch.
Speaker 1: There had to be a report of a situation requiring
Speaker 1: an officer to direct their attention and go to wherever
Speaker 1: That report described as needing the police. In other words,
Speaker 1: we just waited around for something to happen. Now, obviously,
Speaker 1: patrolling throughout the jurisdiction in a marked car, ever vigilant
Speaker 1: has a place and to turn crime and buffoonery. But
Speaker 1: it's hard to quantify how much, because we can only
Speaker 1: estimate the percentage of crime that's being reduced by the
Speaker 1: presence of a marked police car in a particular location.
Speaker 1: The same for speed enforcement. The goal of writing speeding
Speaker 1: tickets is to get folks to slow down. If you
Speaker 1: get them to slow down, you automatically reduce accidents and
Speaker 1: property damage and injuries and fatalities. But how much is
Speaker 1: reduced is only an estimation because there's no algorithm you
Speaker 1: can use to get an exact figure. Crime and accident
Speaker 1: statistics are all subject to comparisons to the same areas,
Speaker 1: using past reporting data and averaging out the differences. Not
Speaker 1: always sounds boring, but I'm going somewhere with this. When
Speaker 1: I worked undercovering narcotics, I could lay my hands on
Speaker 1: a tangible and measurable amount of drugs that we'd seize
Speaker 1: that would not stay on the streets. I could look
Speaker 1: and review at the end of the year at what
Speaker 1: we'd done and say unequivocally that what we'd seized and
Speaker 1: measured down to the ground was judicated through court and
Speaker 1: destroyed and it wouldn't hurt nobody. I could see what
Speaker 1: we'd done as opposed to what analytical probabilities estimated we did.
Speaker 1: That to me was the difference between reactive law enforcement
Speaker 1: waiting for a call to come in versus proactive law enforcement,
Speaker 1: which was us going out and purposely targeting individuals who
Speaker 1: were in the drug trafficking business. We were working hard,
Speaker 1: in long hours and season opportunities as that came up
Speaker 1: to do our due diligence of fighting the drug problems
Speaker 1: in our district, and doing so, we missed time at home,
Speaker 1: time with our children, friends and families, and it was
Speaker 1: a heavy cost in the end for all involved, especially
Speaker 1: the little ones who had no choice but to accept
Speaker 1: the hand that they'd been dealt. I talk about this
Speaker 1: only because the pathway we take effects not only us
Speaker 1: but everyone around us. It doesn't have to be negative either.
Speaker 1: I mean the decisions I made good and bad, all
Speaker 1: led me to where I am today, and the same
Speaker 1: for you too, and I hope you're in as good
Speaker 1: a place as I am. Now, let me tell you
Speaker 1: about the place I was in a couple of weeks ago.
Speaker 1: I was hound with a friend and was getting to
Speaker 1: his house late before heading to the stand the next morning,
Speaker 1: and I was relying solely upon his knowledge of the
Speaker 1: intel he'd been gathering the weeks prior to my last
Speaker 1: minute announcement that I was coming to hunt. His past
Speaker 1: twenty plus years of hunting there wasn't hurting my chances either.
Speaker 1: It was after ten o'clock when I got there that night,
Speaker 1: and my friend Quinton was waiting up for him. We
Speaker 1: sat in his living room until nearly midnight, going over
Speaker 1: Moultrie Sale cam picks until we came up with the plan.
Speaker 1: The plan was for me to go and climbing a
Speaker 1: stand where we didn't have a camera, wind direction, his
Speaker 1: history of encounters, how the land laid forming a great
Speaker 1: travel corridor, and mainly a gut feeling from Quinton convinced
Speaker 1: that both of us good enough that that was the
Speaker 1: spot for.
Speaker 2: Me to sit.
Speaker 1: And I knew where several other stands were located because
Speaker 1: I'd seen him the previous spring when he and I
Speaker 1: were turkey hunting up there.
Speaker 2: The one that I was going to.
Speaker 1: Try and find the next morning, tark cellar from a
Speaker 1: point he'd share with me on on axe.
Speaker 2: I had never been there.
Speaker 1: I admit that not having seen it in the daylight
Speaker 1: had me a little anxious as I made the half
Speaker 1: my wall from my truck up to the area where
Speaker 1: the stand was looking. They're a good deer on this farm,
Speaker 1: and I didn't want to contaminate the area with my
Speaker 1: ascent anymore than I had to by walking all over
Speaker 1: creation trying to find a lock on stand that I'd
Speaker 1: never seen, and it was manufactured purposely not to stand out.
Speaker 1: I had my tree saddled in my backpack just in
Speaker 1: case I couldn't find it Quickly. I picked out a
Speaker 1: tree from the from the map we'd studied the night before,
Speaker 1: sitting in his living room that while I couldn't tell
Speaker 1: how good it looked from the ground, or if it
Speaker 1: even offered any concealment or a place to hide and shoot,
Speaker 1: but it was going to be a starting point for
Speaker 1: me to find a tree that I could get into.
Speaker 1: If I didn't immediately find the stand he'd hung earlier
Speaker 1: in the year. There wasn't any reflective tape or mark
Speaker 1: trails that led to the stand, So in my mind,
Speaker 1: I decided, as I approached the area where it was
Speaker 1: supposed to be that I just climbed the first tree
Speaker 1: that I thought the stand would be if I hung
Speaker 1: it myself. I crossed the corner of that field and
Speaker 1: I stood thirty yards at the edge of the woods,
Speaker 1: looking into the darkness of the hardwood timber With the
Speaker 1: red List headlight. I take comfort in the fact that
Speaker 1: the deer struggle to see most shades red. I call
Speaker 1: that red light my cloaking device. Now I'm reminded every
Speaker 1: time I say that around my friend Michael Roseman, who
Speaker 1: makes the headlight. I'm talking about the same light that
Speaker 1: Steve Vanilla likes so much that he bought seven of
Speaker 1: them from Michael for his friends and family. I say,
Speaker 1: my red List light is virtually invisible to deer. Michael
Speaker 1: laughs and says, they can still see you, dummy.
Speaker 2: Well that's true.
Speaker 1: They can't still see me because they have excellent night vision.
Speaker 1: But if I use the wind to my advantage like
Speaker 1: I had that morning, I take my time keeping noise
Speaker 1: to a minimum like I had that morning, and use
Speaker 1: a walking life that they won't see from a distance,
Speaker 1: the chances are higher I can get into my hunting
Speaker 1: spot undetected like I had that morning.
Speaker 2: It's my cloaking device, Michael, leave me along.
Speaker 1: Well. I didn't see a stand hanging, so I checked
Speaker 1: the map again on my phone, and I walked toward
Speaker 1: what I thought was the tree that I'd pick out
Speaker 1: while sitting on Quinn's couch. As I got closer, I
Speaker 1: saw the climbing steps that were strapped to the tree.
Speaker 1: I followed them up the trunk and I found the platform. Bingo,
Speaker 1: I'm in business. I took it as a good sign.
Speaker 1: After I climbed up, my anxiety was lessening with each
Speaker 1: full of the rope. As I hung my backpack and
Speaker 1: my bowl, I settled into the seat about forty five
Speaker 1: minutes before daylight. I'd rather be an hour early than
Speaker 1: a minute late, and that applies to everything I had
Speaker 1: three days delegated at the last minute the bow hunt.
Speaker 2: It was a last minute decision.
Speaker 1: After I got home from being in Louisiana, Tennessee in
Speaker 1: eastern Arkansas over the past two weeks, my girls were
Speaker 1: headed to the in laws in Texas, and I was
Speaker 1: scheduled to hunt here in Arkansas, but it was insanely
Speaker 1: hot for bow hunting where I planned to go. I
Speaker 1: hung a camera over there a couple of weeks ago,
Speaker 1: and the mosquitoes were so bad that I knew they'd
Speaker 1: still be bad, and too bad for me to sit
Speaker 1: comfortably in the tree. All the activity, according to the
Speaker 1: camera was at night because.
Speaker 2: Of the heat. So what was a boy to do?
Speaker 1: Only one thing to do, go where the mosquitoes ain't,
Speaker 1: and that was a few hours north at Quinton's house.
Speaker 1: I'd taken an opportunity. I'd made a bold decision on
Speaker 1: a whim. I'd driven six hours the evening before, and
Speaker 1: was now as silly as it sounds, sitting in a
Speaker 1: tree in the dark, waiting on daylight that was still
Speaker 1: a little other thirty minutes away. There wasn't a bird chirping,
Speaker 1: There wasn't an owl hooting, there was dang sure, it
Speaker 1: wasn't no mosquito buzzing. There wasn't a sound at all,
Speaker 1: not one, just silence. Eventually, the sun started rising in
Speaker 1: the east and the woods started waking up. Squirrels were
Speaker 1: jumping from limb to limb. Birds were singing, and I
Speaker 1: was straining for the first sign of a deer moving
Speaker 1: in any direction. I was also looking around at the
Speaker 1: location of that stand, and I swear Quinn hung that
Speaker 1: joker in the exact place I would have. Either I
Speaker 1: was as smart as him, he was as smart as me,
Speaker 1: or neither one of us knew anything about how deer
Speaker 1: moved along pinch points through the woods, following the terrain.
Speaker 1: At seven point thirty, a turkey gobbled like it was
Speaker 1: spring less than one hundred yards in front of me,
Speaker 1: and I could hear turkeys jumping all through the woods
Speaker 1: in front of them. And while I was soaking in
Speaker 1: all that turkey entertainment, I heard a leaf crunched by
Speaker 1: behind me. I glanced over my shoulder, and there walked
Speaker 1: the door the size of a yearling giraffe, just as
Speaker 1: relaxed as she could be. I guessed her to be
Speaker 1: twenty five yards behind me. I couldn't swear to it
Speaker 1: because I left my range finder sitting on the tailgate
Speaker 1: of my truck, along with my binos and everything else
Speaker 1: I told in my harness. Had I had enough sense
Speaker 1: to remember, i'd have known it was twenty five yards
Speaker 1: because I'm not sure if everyone else does this or not,
Speaker 1: but I memorize every distinctive feature all around me and
Speaker 1: get the yardage to it. I know some of you
Speaker 1: saying everyone does that, you idiot, but I'm not sure
Speaker 1: if they do or not not. Like the way I
Speaker 1: do I sing it. I used a tune in my
Speaker 1: head and I put the words to it as yardages.
Speaker 1: That's a lot easier for me to remember and that
Speaker 1: way than it is. Gum tree twenty five yards, bigger,
Speaker 1: gum tree thirty four yards, pile of leaves twenty one
Speaker 1: so on. I do it clockwise in order from starting
Speaker 1: at the twelve o'clock position, which is directly in front
Speaker 1: of the stand, regardless of the direction that I go
Speaker 1: three hundred and sixty degrees all the way around it.
Speaker 1: I don't memorize many, just the ones that naturally catch
Speaker 1: my attention when I look in that direction, five or
Speaker 1: six of them at the most. But I need a
Speaker 1: range finder to do all that, and I didn't have one.
Speaker 1: That was an opportunity missed. But I played football long
Speaker 1: enough to know what ten yards looks like, and imagining
Speaker 1: ten yard increments laid out in front of me. I
Speaker 1: guessed the trail I had walked over that was behind
Speaker 1: me to be two and a half of them. Now,
Speaker 1: my most favorite math teacher on this spinning orbit that
Speaker 1: we called home, Miss Brenda McDougall. You can check my figures,
Speaker 1: but I think that adds up to twenty five yards.
Speaker 1: I was confident it was, and a later measurement with
Speaker 1: the range finder would prove I was spot on at
Speaker 1: twenty five point one yards, but that would come later.
Speaker 1: And this was now, And as all of this was
Speaker 1: playing out inside my cranium, that deer trail the football
Speaker 1: overlay I imagine intersecting with the trail. The dinosaur of
Speaker 1: a doe that had just passed behind me stopped and
Speaker 1: looked back the way. She came, y'all know what that means?
Speaker 1: Something else is coming now. I figured it was a
Speaker 1: yearling deer, and I was half right. It was a deer,
Speaker 1: but it weren't no yearling. I immediately guessed him to
Speaker 1: be one hundred and forty plus buck, and I never
Speaker 1: looked back at his antmers.
Speaker 2: I grabbed my bow, got.
Speaker 1: It and the arrow I had waiting on the rest,
Speaker 1: and slipped them both around the left side of that tree.
Speaker 2: As the buck went behind some brush on the right.
Speaker 1: He stayed right in her tracks, just walking slow, and
Speaker 1: stopped in the clearest spot there was on that trail
Speaker 1: twenty five yards behind me, and just looked at that door.
Speaker 2: Who was starting to walk slowly away.
Speaker 1: I don't even remember doing it, but the next thing
Speaker 1: I know, I'm at full draw with my twenty yard
Speaker 1: pin right at the top of where that buck's lungs
Speaker 1: would be, with my finger resting on the trigger, and
Speaker 1: I couldn't pull it. This was a chip shot, and
Speaker 1: I couldn't turn that air loose because of a limb
Speaker 1: the size of my little finger that branched out and
Speaker 1: covered his vitals. For a moment, I thought about trying
Speaker 1: to thread the needle, and immediately remember the time I
Speaker 1: tried that in Kansas on an absolute giant, I hit
Speaker 1: a limb that I didn't see that sent my arrow
Speaker 1: into orbit, and that deer on a fast train to Georgia.
Speaker 1: So I followed him at full draw until he once
Speaker 1: again walked out from behind all the trees and all
Speaker 1: the limbs and stopped dead, still, quartering away forty five yards.
Speaker 2: Or was it fifty yards? Or was it forty eight yards?
Speaker 1: I didn't have a yardage song to sing because I
Speaker 1: didn't have my range finder that I needed to write
Speaker 1: it with. Not seeing a limb and missing the deer
Speaker 1: is one thing. Misjudging a distance and missing one is another.
Speaker 1: But the granddaddy of them all is guessing wrong and
Speaker 1: making a bad shot on him. That is the most
Speaker 1: egregious error of all and.
Speaker 2: The easiest to avoid.
Speaker 1: You don't take that opportunity is one way to look
Speaker 1: at it, and I think that's the wrong way to
Speaker 1: see it. You take the opportunity to not make a
Speaker 1: bad shot, and you wait for another day. I waited
Speaker 1: two more days and I never saw him again. But
Speaker 1: the year ain't over, and he's still there. We get
Speaker 1: pictures of him occasionally. He ain't going nowhere, and neither
Speaker 1: are we. We met that morning because he took an
Speaker 1: opportunity to chase a female and I took the opportunity
Speaker 1: to find a cooler place to hunt. We parted ways,
Speaker 1: having no interaction other than one of us feeling richer
Speaker 1: for just being there. Be a good deal if all
Speaker 1: our encounters went that way. With everything, and especially everyone,
Speaker 1: Thank y'all so much for listening to me here on
Speaker 1: this Country Life and Claybow's Baggery shows. There's all kinds
Speaker 1: of stuff you can listen to today, and if you're
Speaker 1: hunting something else to add to the rotation, we've got
Speaker 1: a lot of good stuff here at Meat either from
Speaker 1: outdoor trivia and the country music and some show enough
Speaker 1: how to episodes on all the things that we love
Speaker 1: to do.
Speaker 2: You can find something that you'll like. I bet you
Speaker 2: we will.
Speaker 1: Until next week. This is Brent Reeves signing off. Y'all
Speaker 1: be careful