Which way is south again?

Well, another deer season has come and gone, and with some help from a friend, I have venison hanging again this year. God is good to me!

Here is a cool picture of a rag-tag group of roughians and scoundrels I bumped into up in da nort woods, ya know. Before we tramped off into the woods for about a mile hike, we all assumed a stoic pose, raised our weapons and prepared to intimidate the deer into submission, while the Dirt King snapped a photo.

Lots of planning went into this drive, let me tell you. "Here we are, here is where we are going. Just head South" we were told. Tom and I said we would keep an eye on young Kelsey by letting her walk between us so as to keep her from getting turned around and walking half way to Hayward. We dropped her off into the woods, pointed her in a line heading south and promptly lost her behind a ridge as we ended up wandering around like lost sheep. Neither of us had a compass, and only Tom had a radio, thank God. Almost three hours later, we were retrieved from the woods and met up with the group who had already finished eating lunch and were getting bored waiting for us! Young Kels' ended up right where she was supposed to! Go Figure...

It was a beautiful day to tramp around aimlessly in the woods, and despite hardly even seeing a single deer all day long, we had a great time! There are already plans to do it again next year - and I think I might come prepared with a handheld GPS unit...