Each person has their own measure of success. Hunters are no exception. For some, only a massive buck will do. For others, any deer makes the hunt successful. I don't measure the success of a hunt by what is harvested, but by the memories we have created.
This season was the most brutal weather I have ever experienced for the deer hunt. The temperature was in single digits or, at best, teens throughout the hunt with winds gusting up to thirty miles per hour. The wind chills did not rise out of single digits all weekend. It was frigid and the winds kept the deer from moving very much.
But we were hunting. Life pretty much limits us to opening weekend for our annual deer hunting. You take whatever you get when you only have two days and you have to wait an entire year to have another chance.
Matthew and I retreated to our blind for shelter from the wind after only two and one half hours on the stand Saturday morning. The weather was tolerable once protected from the wind, but only barely. We heard almost no shooting from the surrounding farms; which is extremely unusual for opening weekend.
But we sat and we talked and we enjoyed hunting together for the first time in five years.
We made many memories, so this year provided great success and, oh yeah, Matthew got two deer, too.
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