After the Software Summit last week, I sped down I-70 towards Denver. I made it to DIA with no time to spare. I had to run from the train to the gate, where the lady told me she'd been calling my name for the last 5 minutes. The fact I made the flight was a nice beginning to a wonderful weekend with my Dad in Montana.
It's been awhile since I've been to The Cabin in the fall. The Tamarack's were dressed in yellow and the sun warmed the land the entire weekend. It was cold at night, but we had my Grandma's ol' wood cookstove to keep us warm.
Hunting was a blast.
I haven't done it since I was a kid and I have memories of boredom. This time was different. My Dad and I basically trounced around the woods at the ol' homestead (120 acres) for hours on end with guns in our hands. What's not to like about that? Anytime outside of hunting season, people would think you're crazy and you'd probably believe them! Besides hunting and target practice, I got to hear a lot of stories from my Dad, explore all 4 corners of our property, chop wood, haul water and create super-hot saunas.
On Sunday, my Dad spotted a doe on our front-road and got a shot off, but missed. 20 minutes later, I got a chance at the same deer when she poked her head out from behind a tree 30 feet away from me. Unfortunately, I had a .30-06 strapped to my shoulder and couldn't get in position fast enough. After she ran off, we hunted her for a couple hours. We saw her a few more times, but didn't have any success.
The best part is we still had a ton of fun. One thing's for sure: I'll be at The Cabin during hunting season from now on.