Howdy from Cowtown to all my new fellow western hunters,
Hey Iím Barn, and Iíd like to say hello. Iím a 60 something vet who lives in the west too. Well, at least on the west side of Fort Worth, Texas. I took up Bowhunting a while back, and I have to admit Iím hopelessly addicted.
I love being consumed with all that being the best me as a bowhunter I can possibly be. I quit dipping snuff and drinking booze back in 2007 (because I couldnít be scent free while having a dip in and I didnít want to keep falling down while hunting,) and now enjoy spending all the money I used to spend to spend to be spittin and drinkin all the time. I enjoy all the new toys I can now afford (since Iím not drinkin and dippin) and I really enjoy all the self-satisfaction I get out of getting something accomplished toward the goal of going on my first, last, and only Ďhunt of a lifetime 2017í. Thatís gonna be when Iíve been 10 years sober and Iím celebrating that solemn occasion by giving myself a ĎSobriety Presentí. I want to take a respectable bull elk and a mature mule deer on the same trip if possible. I want it to be a back country camping adventure with my son and my daughterís son (only grandson).They may wimp out on it, but I wonít.
Iíve purchased a lot of really good equipment and want to be able to use all of it competently by the time I get to that í17 hunt. Iím normally a public lands whitetail hunter who gets a kick out of the journey; from having the pin float the Easton FMJ dead center of that spot on the bag I was looking at, to feeling like my new compact Vortex scope, or Spot-Hogg sight, or Kennetrek boots is taking forever to get here. I know and accept the fact I am pretty anal about most of it. I love it!
If I get and learn to use the all of this gear, (that Iíve got dreamed up in my head that I may possibly need) and will use the stuff well, Iíll succeed in getting my critters on the hunt and then I can and will be happy with the LBJ National Grasslands deer hunts I normally go on and Iíll be happy all the rest of my days.
I do have another terminal illness, CO-PAD-POIS. Pronounced co-pad-pois. The Ďcoí part of co-pad-pois is pronounced like the sound a crow makes, without the w-sound on the end of the damn birdís call as she tells screams out to every other creature in the deer woods that is within earshot that ďSome guy is trying to sneak up on youĒ. The Ďpadí or middle syllable part of co-pad-pois has a silent d and is pronounced like the first part of the word particular. Like how particular and ridiculous I am about my over-research before I buy some particular new top end something I may or may not need on my í17 hunt. The Ďpoisí part of co-pad-pois is pronounced sort of like some French word would be, or the first part of the word oil.
And co-pad-pois stands for (are you ready for this?) Crotchety Ole Phart And Damn Proud Of It Syndrome
THANKX and I look forward to all yallís help in getting me to and through my í17 hunt. Barn