The air is crisp, the leaves are falling, and something primal within me has awakened. Deer hunting is rapidly approaching: yesssssssss. I went out to the range the other day to make sure I can still hit something with my rifle. After a bit of scope tweaking and shooting a box of shells, I am once again feeling like a killing machine. I have to say, I love the smell of gun powder in the morning. My hope is that Baby Rupert either comes early or stays put until hunting is over. It’s not just that I don’t want to miss hunting; I don’t want to be flying back to the city on Highway 10, trying to make it before the boy does. We’ll see how it shakes out.
Great web site. Love keeping track of the two of you and baby.
Let us know when he gets here.