Near the back of my grandparents-in-law's farm is a giant man-made lake stocked with all sorts of regional fish like the tasty bluegill and the bass. I've only been out there in the middle of it once, with no luck at the sport of fishing, but enjoyed the serenity of sitting in a boat out there. My wife has had good luck in that pond, as a young one, catching more of her share of the nightly dinner. During our trip there, I trekked out by the pond to see if there was anything new I haven't seen since the last few times I've been out to their house. I thought about clambering up the ladder to the treehouse that was installed several years ago for the young grandchildren to play in, but since I'm not that young age any more and I neglected to pack proper footwear with which to hike in, I decided against it. Coming around the back of the lake, I started back to the house when I saw a deer blind nestled back in a group of trees that I had never seen before. Probably because I have never been there in the winter months, so the foliage would have definitely covered it then. It's lost it's purpose these days, as my wife's grandpa just uses the convenience of his back porch as a gun perch when the deer season comes around. He's pretty successful at it each year since his freezer is pretty well stocked with all sorts of venison cuts. It was a neat subject to shoot, even though there was not much color at that time. I can just imagine how much fun it used to be to sit out there waiting for that trophy buck to put up on the wall.
No comments:
Post a Comment