Broken Shoulder, MS> Yesterday when I got up there was a frost on the ground. This brought back memories of the sound of deer in the early morning walking through leaves, hearing a buck grunt just over the ridge as it chased does and a feeling of excitement that the rut was finally here.
The muzzleloading season starts this weekend and Mr. Jones and I are going to have to go shoot our rifles. The .45/70 cal. rifle packs a punch and I am sure I will stagger in Dazed with my arm mangled after I get the scope set.
The good thing about these rifles is that if you just shoot in the general direction of something it will fall dead from shock. I plan on going up the lake to my stand at the Forgotten Forty to get Old Ned.
PS- This year Mr. Jones has free rein to shoot a big buck. (hahahaha)