[Bonescreek]

I remember a time when I was younger, I was lucky enough to take down a
6 point in the first week of Oct. double lung, pass through had him in the
freezer the next day. Next 2 weeks went without any opportunity but does.
3rd week cold front and heavy frost, Oct 29th full moon.

I unloaded my bow and geer at the home place, 3:45 am by the light of the
moon, under the light of the pole light I could see a mist coming off the stream
before the barn.

Two days before I staked out a tree for a stand up past the old graveyard in
the 10 acres before the Smith's farm.

I stepped into my camo, strapped on belt and quiver then made my way softly
and slowly into the night. With a pen light flash light held spotted upon the
ground before me. I krept step by step on into the night.

Upon reaching the top the winding hillside road where I would cross the barbared wire fence to reach the graveyard and beyond, an owl or something
swept close past my head. Like some omand, passing by.

Like a ghost it made me duck as it flew by.

I cleared the wire and walked hurriedly across the field to the graveyard, then
slowed to stalk the woods just past.

As I aproached my tree my stand a light coaught my eye.
And as I swung my light to the tree that night, another light came back
twice nigh.

Someone else has taken my stand, so bold so damned.
Someone so early so much like me.

So I left him alone and I re-stepped my foot steps back home and I
ended up standing on the hill of my fathers farm.

It was now about quarter before 9:00 and I stood there watching
all the while as the morning began to unfold.

I watched as the people left there homes to go to work, I watched the farmers
call in there cows to milk in the morning.
I watched the traffic grow slow as 9:30 goes I saw a strange bull follow
the herd, out side the fence.

Look at the tail on that spike.
He's a biggin'