In Our Own Backyard....Going out in a blaze of - orange
I've grown up around deer hunters. My grandpa was a deer hunter. My dad was a deer hunter. My son is a deer hunter. I never cared to try it myself, however. I can still recall lying groggily in bed in the predawn hours, hearing my dad up and about, getting ready to head out to the deer stand. I could hear the cold wind blowing and the frozen tree branches rattling outside my window, and I knew daylight was still hours away.