CamoMan
New Member
I had an interesting experience tonight. I drove 20 minutes west of where I live to hunt a small timber for a couple of hours. I got my gear on, and that's when I realized that I hadn't brought any boots (or shoes) - just 2 pairs of socks . So, I had a choice of heading home for the night, or going on. I didn't have to cross any fields, and much of the approach was grass, so I decided to hunt in my socks. The only real problem was the locust trees in the area - those long thorns are REALLY hard on the feet. Plus, going up the steps was an adventure, and it was cold enough tonight that the metal stand started to numb my feet. I had white socks over gray ones, and decided to reverse that. Figured the 'big one' would walk up while I was swapping socks. I did see one nice buck, and decided that if I could get him, I would call him 'Shoeless Joe'. It was never an option . . .he went the other way. I got down a few minutes early so I could avoid stepping on thorns in the dark, but the return trip was even more painful than when I walked in. My non-hunting friends can never wait to hear my next story . . . I seem to attract this kinda stuff. You guys got any stories about some of your 'dumb' hunts that probably seem pretty funny to others ? I gotta go now . . . my feet hurt.