I'll head back to the family farm this fall for deer season. Drink a bunch of beer the night before with the guys I hunt with, get up the next morning and complain about it, sit in the stand and hopefully see something without falling asleep and missing it, in the afternoon get roped into working cattle or something similar, go sit in the deer stand that night, after it gets dark drink some more beer, repeat on Sunday, then that night take the first thing I see since I only have time for two days of hunting this year. That's how last year panned out.
I miss living on the farm and going hunting every weekend and several times during the week. These days I get only a couple days a year, maybe 3 or 4 if I'm lucky.
And while I type this I'm eating homemade venison summer sausage and wondering why I don't hunt more.