I've never been one for early season bowhunting, especially as early as it comes in now in September. For me, it just doesn't feel right until, there is a chill in the air. Truth be told, I fully believe bowhunting should be a test of endurance and misery for that one opportunity. It's twisted logic, I know.
So with a chaotic house of toddlers and busy demands of a job, an hour sitting over the pumpkin patch in 78 degree weather is more meditative than hunting. Expectations of actually getting anything are extremely low, which is why I spent a good 15 minutes playing around with picture settings on my phone taking various pictures of my bow hanging over the field.
Then I became pretty mindful to the fact I am always on my phone all day long, so I put it away for the last 45 minutes of the evening and just enjoyed my surroundings and watch the sunset. I saw a couple doe right at dusk, but then again I hate having to dress and skin a deer in hot weather.
