Today was tough. Twenty miles damn near killed me. I started early and stopped at Lewis Mountain Campground for breakfast at the camp store. I had two bowls of cereal, a honey bun, and cheese. I couldn’t do laundry or take a shower as I had planned because I didn’t have cash or coins to operate either. So I ate and made some phone calls.
Today was the prettiest that I’ve had in a long time. I actually sweated today in the fall warmth. At about 15 miles though, I hit a wall. I had no energy. I think it might have been my lunch. All I ate today after breakfast was a can of Pringles, so not much in the way of nutrition. I finally arrived at the shelter though. I have it all to myself tonight. It’s cold. Speaking of cold, Cold Feet hiked several gallons of sweet tea to the shelter and left them here for us. That was a welcomed treat at the end of a long day.
Also, as I sat at the picnic table eating macaroni and cheese, a buck walked around the corner of the shelter. He scared me. I could have reached out and touched him. He had tall cow horn antlers and he ran when I jumped. I thought it was a bear, of course, coming to eat my dinner. The deer are so tame in this park, but that’s only the second buck I’ve seen. The first was a button buck.
It is interesting that all I thought about today was hunting deer and how I want to kill one on John Eaton’s property this December. I want to build the stand, spread the corn, cut the firing lane, and kill the deer, or let John kill it. However it happens, I want to see if I can set up a productive deer stand. Just like fishing, I think I’d rather see a person take the game that I located and enticed to bite.