Well I've moved and have been working non stop. My season here isn't looking promising. No time to practice or scout. No land to hunt. I'm behind on everything.
Well, I was working Saturday, so I decided to smoke up my last deer pastrami and bring it in to share. My boss is a known lover of hunting, so I toasted some rye and took him the best venison sandwich he has ever eaten.
As he ate in delight and amazement that it was so tender and juicy, he talked to me about his hunting buddy that just happened to live in the same city that i moved to. He promised to give me his contact info so I could get started on some land in the area.
Sharing my last prized meat with a fellow hunter has hopefully put me on the path to more meat this season. Karma is good sometimes. Or so I hope.
Jimbo, I'm living in Villa Rica, and working in Marietta.
