Biscuit Hunter
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I had a pretty stressful big game season. I drew tags, but finding the time to fill them seemed to be a chore. Any time towards deer and elk was time not spent in my struggle to get through my Organic Chemistry class. The seasons ended up perfectly timed to the most intense times of the semester. I really lost sight of what hunting is to me-- a way to burn off the stress of the daily grind. In the end I had to decided what was more important to me, putting horns on the wall, or putting a degree in wildlife biology on the wall. As much as it hurt, I took the long view, and studied my ass off instead of hunting my ass off. So after not filling my deer or elk tag, but notching the O Chem tag, I was ready to get out just for the joy of it.
So I went out to an old familiar haunt and took grandpas gun for a walk. It was a really good day in the desert.
I dropped this guy first

Then this one

And after that I pretty much just wandered around taking pictures and loving life.




I ended up back at my truck earlier than I thought, because drinking a cold beer while watching the sunset was something that I felt like doing. I heard the quail calling away in all of the same roosting spots that I had come to know, but I felt content not to harass them anymore that day. There will be plenty of others.

So I went out to an old familiar haunt and took grandpas gun for a walk. It was a really good day in the desert.
I dropped this guy first

Then this one

And after that I pretty much just wandered around taking pictures and loving life.




I ended up back at my truck earlier than I thought, because drinking a cold beer while watching the sunset was something that I felt like doing. I heard the quail calling away in all of the same roosting spots that I had come to know, but I felt content not to harass them anymore that day. There will be plenty of others.
