Back about 1984 we took a deacon in the church on his first deer hunt in Comanche County. He had got his rifle sighted in and bought a bunch of gear for the trip. When we got ready to go out the first morning I told him I was coming in about 10:00am for breakfast. He insisted he want to stay out till noon. I said no problem. I told him I would pick him up at noon. I took him to a tower blind overlooking a wheat field. I made sure he got up the ladder into the stand and wished him good luck. I went on about my business, hunted the morning hunt, and went back to camp at 10:00am. I never heard any shots from his direction so I waited till straight up noon to go pick the deacon up. When I got to the stand he was trying to come down the ladder but he appeared to be in a lot of pain. When he got completely down he sat on the ground rubbing his knees. He said "Man...this deer hunting is a lot tougher than I ever thought it would be."
You see....we forgot that we had taken the chair out of that tower blind. He had been on his knees for the last 6 hours peering over the window sill. He thought that was the way we all hunted.
You see....we forgot that we had taken the chair out of that tower blind. He had been on his knees for the last 6 hours peering over the window sill. He thought that was the way we all hunted.
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