Deer Hunting Season in Michigan (really the U.P.) is like a religion. I take part in the ritual with my Dad, Brother, Nephew, cousin and a big group of friends.
I don’t “hunt” per se…since becoming a retired Air Force guy, I can no longer get the hunting license for $2, and I don’t want to pay $150 for the honor to sit in the woods.
But, I do love drinking beer, playing cards, and laughing with “Da MEN”.
Sure, I don’t really fit in up there with a lot of the locals, I don’t drink cheap beer and that must make me gay (not that there is anything wrong with that)…but the core of the group makes it worth it.
So this is a long way of saying I will be out of town for a while…but I will try to post some pictures from the road…if I can find a place to connect!