The Things I Carry To Hunt

It is November, my favorite time of the year. This is when I sit in my stand, waiting for a deer. I wear blaze orange, dressing in layers of clothes. There are hand warmers and a heater so I don’t freeze my toes. I bring my phone to text and watch the time, in case I shoot one and text dad, that shot was mine. I carry a thermos, a sandwich, and granola bars, then if I get hungry, I don’t have to reach far. The rifle is by my side, loaded and ready, the deer better run and hide. I carry a few apples out and put them by a tree, the seat cushion, is brought out for me. I bring a flashlight, my back tag and luck ‘Cause my wish is to shoot the big buck.