The Shape of Hunting
by William Crips
The first week of deer season is during the wrong week. I am definitely not in shape for hunting by the time the first Monday after Thanksgiving rolls around. In fact, it is the worst week of the year for me physically.
First, there is Halloween, then Thanksgiving with leftovers throughout the weekend. Not to mention that now, at my age, I can finally afford to fill camp with food and not try to get by on a few packs of noodles and some rice. By the time Monday morning comes around, I can barely fit into my shoes, let alone my camo pants and a tree stand.