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When I was leasing public hunting land here, I wore realtree from head to toe, and realtree tape for my rifle and bino. Not for the deer, but for the tree huggin' tofu eaters (yes we got them here).
About six years ago I was in my high seat, an elderly couple was walking, stopped and looked in my direction kinda made a "Hummmm" noise, then walked away looking back a few times, was hard as heck to hold my laughter.
But the last ore deer I shot before the move, I was wearing a pair of Dicky blue jeans, a white Homer Simpson t-shirt, with a blue Rod & Gun Club windbreaker, and white Nikes. I was just going around to check my stands after a storm, and through my bino I saw a young roe buck, went to the last stand where I thought he may be wandering towards, about 800m away, and about 45 minutes later, the Savage .243 that I almost didn't bring, connected with his little heart.
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I tell you I don't get no respect. Why, the surgeon general, he offered me a cigarette. (Rodney)
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