Thursday, November 12, 2009

The Trip Home

Leaving prime whitetail country during the rut without firing an arrow is tough. Being welcomed by a happy little boy and a darling wife is awesome and easily makes up for any lack of antlers in my duffle. But not everything that greets me is so welcome.....

I had to sit an extra hour on the tarmac in Atlanta because we needed a pilot for the plane. Key person to have on board and I'm all in favor on waiting on him. When I finally get to Augusta Delta has lost my bowcase...again no biggee, happens more than I care to remember.

When I get to my truck it greets me with a check engine light and as I pull into my drive way I'm greeted by a huge oak tree that has fallen across it. (I did have a little warning on that one) But finally, when I get up this morning and start going through my mail the state of South Carolina greets me with a jury notice.

I don't think I'm gonna be buying lottery tickets anytime soon.

1 comment:

  1. This reminds me of flying into Denver after a tough hunting trip, finding that my gun case is missing or delayed, then driving three long, cold, dark hours to home near Sidney, Nebraska. Sometimes just making it home is the most successful part of a hunting trip! Tell your darling wife hello for me and give your happy little boy a rub on the head for me.