I didn't really feel like going out, but got up and did anyway. Sitting on this clearing 30 minutes or so before day light, sitting in the truck drinking coffee, and thinking about how this is going to be last season hunting in Washington.
Looking back, I've been running these woods since 1964 with my dad, killed a hole bunch of deer in this state, all over the state. Thinking about when hunting here was for hunters, and not lawyers. Having fun, camping, and just not caring if shot a spike or a 4 point. Back when a person could hunt state wide. Back when the last day or two was either sex. When a doe tag didn't cost more then a regular tag.
Then it happened

out walks a nice looking 2 x 3 with eye guards

75 yards, cross hairs dead on his head (for those who don't know me its my shot of choice). Safety off. Moment of truth

I add just a bit of pressure on the trigger

Then go breed some more does dude, pop the bolt up, unload, put the rifle back in the truck, and drive home.
Back home by 8:30, truck cleaned out, things put away all before the Seahawks game.
I'm not done hunting, just done here. My wife wants to start hunting out of state as a family. Looking into Wyoming or maybe Iowa next year.
Hunterman(Tony)