Hunters arrive

Last weekend, a dozen hunters (we call them the Waubun boys) hunted our land. They've hunted here 25 years. They know the land and always take a bunch of deer, although I haven't heard how they did this year. I just know that they dropped off a turkey in thanks for letting them hunt, as usual, which is appreciated.

Today, a high school friend of mine from suburbia and his two buddies arrived for weekend #2 of hunting. They are out putting up deer stands as I write this. They have fun, and they bring a lot of food, (home smoked pork, enough for a funeral), but, and I am assuming they won't read this, they have netted only one small doe in four years of hunting. They just don't have it. I will give a complete report on their success or lack thereof later this weekend.