Walter Scott: A measure of success
Thursday morning was cold, the wind was blowing, and rain was coming down in sheets. It makes me glad, some days I have to go to work. If I were not working, I would feel obligated to go hunting. The deer rut is in full swing and it is only a matter of time before the deer of one's liking passes by. The deer are running around like crazy and will come when called with rattled antlers.