Bow Deer

Here I sit awaiting the arrival of the original hunter, the man of wool, Maine fishing guide and exhaulted leader of the family clan . . . my Dad. with archery season now in full swing not even pouring rain will stop the dedicated (perhaps foolish) from investing time trying to stick a whitetail. Make no mistake about the precipitation, it is currently raining cats and dogs! I let out a muffled chuckle as I layer on the rain gear as I know that even wrapped in plastic I have no hope of staying dry. My watch indicates that his imminent arrival approaches . . .