Last night was Halloween. A lot of nice bucks have been killed on Halloween over the years. They seem to get moving this week every year. I remember when my dad used to bow hunt in the southern zone this week when I was a boy. He always came home with great stories and I couldn’t wait until I could go. It’s amazing how fast time passes.
My buddy Jeff Jenkins killed a really good buck on Halloween many years ago. It was one of the better deer we ever killed in that area. It was calm, cold and crunchy in the woods that day. He killed him right around 11am if my memory serves me right.
Well, the Dr. called me last night and left a message for me to call her back. When I called this morning I got some news that wasn’t too terribly good. One of my tests showed a few masses on my liver, one of which is 5 cm. The prognosis doesn’t look very good. I guess all I can do is cross my fingers and hope for the best. The outlook for my vacation at this point looks dim. I’m hoping that somehow, some way I’m able to go, but I realize it’s not something I can control. Over the years I’ve gotten to do a lot of hunting so I really can’t complain. I will not lie and say that I’m not worried because I am. When you’re dealing with a main organ it’s pretty serious stuff. Hopefully they can get to the bottom of it in the next few days. I’ll hold my breath and pray until I hear more.
Hunt hard and hunt safe. The deer are starting to move. Some big bucks will bet killed this week. I’m sure of it. Here’s a picture of our big Halloween buck from a few years back.
