It is that time of year. The leaves are turning and it is getting a little chilly. Soon, one of the most coveted times of the year will be upon us. Hunting season is like a holiday for many PA residents. People take off of work and school for the first day of buck and many elementary and high schools are closed for this day. Pretty much everyone hunts. It is a family affair for many people. Mothers and fathers, brothers and sisters and even grandparents go out and compare kills. It is a time for friends and family to bond. And here in PA, we do it in the most redneck way possible...in the woods, killing some deer.
Not only do people hunt but they get up at the crack of dawn, I'm talking 4 a.m., just to get out there and sit. And when it snows, people go sit in the freezing cold for hours just to maybe get sight of a nice rack. It is like Christmas for the 12 year olds, who get to go out for the first time with dad, hoping to get a first deer. You wear layers and layers of clothing and put warmers in your boots and gloves.
And when you do finally see a deer, it is an instant adrenaline rush. You feel like every breath you take will cause it to bolt. You slowly raise you gun and aim, hope for the best and take the shot. Most of the time you miss, but sometimes it is the stories of the ones that got away that are the best ones.
