In my formative years as a deer hunter, I probably spent more time driving deer than I did waiting for them. I’m just old enough to remember a time when treestand hunting was in its infancy, and pop-up blinds – not to mention the heated, elevated shooting houses so popular today – weren’t even a germ in their inventor’s brain.
So, yeah, when my uncles and cousins and other mentors grew tired of freezing their butts on a slab of granite or an oak stump, they got up, gathered about noon and started taking the hunt to the deer.
