Cookie Monster

I had heard a crashing in the wood behind me, I waited silently hoping to hear more while chewing a particularly crunchy coconut cookie. The sound trailed off, I returned to the business of my particularly crunchy cookie.  

A short time latter he materialized to my left, having not made any more sounds as he escaped the thicket and meandered through the wet clearing.  A mid sized spike buck, the first I’ve seen afield this season, he followed the trail in a semi circle around me. 

He paused for a moment, surveying his surroundings in the middle of my first shooting lane, he tensed and shook the morning’s rain from his coat. Oblivious to any danger, he continued his journey around me, stopping yet again in yet another shooting lane to shake away the morning cobwebs.

This old man has grown too soft over the years to take a spike— sure I took a similar specimen last year, but that unfortunate fellow had walked past my stand on three separate occasions and that seems more like an invitation than any anything else. I suppose he would have seen that differently?

Suffice it to say, there is a spike buck out there with one count against him, but who’s to say there aren’t any counts against me? For now I’ll wish him well and safe travels, as other old men I know won’t discriminate as much as I. 

Now, back to those particularly crunchy coconut cookies.