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I'm a bad "Plan B" guy.
1) Last year I got up at 3 o'clock, drove an hour to a public land for the gun season opener. As I was approaching the parking area I noticed the thermometer said 1 degree. I knew it was going to be cold but I couldn't make myself pull over. I drove on a bit into a small town, talked some courage into myself and turned around to head back to park and hunt. When I got back to the spot a truck had pulled in since I drove by originally. Disgusted, I drove the hour back home and climbed back in bed.
2) A few years ago I digitally scouted a new public land an hour from home to try for gun opener (see a theme here?). Got up wicked early, made the drive (saw a nice 8 point crossing the interstate), parked and hiked way up a mountain to where I had picked out some good looking benches and saddles to set up on. I had hauled my treestand all that way. Picked a tree, climbed, and was hanging my stand when I dropped the pin that held the hanging strap. I heard it hit the leaves 20 feet below me. I climbed down and searched on my hands and knees trying to find that pin. No luck. I packed all my stuff, hiked back down, drove home and didn't hunt the rest of the weekend.
Like I said. I'm a bad "Plan B" hunter. I wish I didn't get so fixated on a certain plan.
1) Last year I got up at 3 o'clock, drove an hour to a public land for the gun season opener. As I was approaching the parking area I noticed the thermometer said 1 degree. I knew it was going to be cold but I couldn't make myself pull over. I drove on a bit into a small town, talked some courage into myself and turned around to head back to park and hunt. When I got back to the spot a truck had pulled in since I drove by originally. Disgusted, I drove the hour back home and climbed back in bed.
2) A few years ago I digitally scouted a new public land an hour from home to try for gun opener (see a theme here?). Got up wicked early, made the drive (saw a nice 8 point crossing the interstate), parked and hiked way up a mountain to where I had picked out some good looking benches and saddles to set up on. I had hauled my treestand all that way. Picked a tree, climbed, and was hanging my stand when I dropped the pin that held the hanging strap. I heard it hit the leaves 20 feet below me. I climbed down and searched on my hands and knees trying to find that pin. No luck. I packed all my stuff, hiked back down, drove home and didn't hunt the rest of the weekend.
Like I said. I'm a bad "Plan B" hunter. I wish I didn't get so fixated on a certain plan.