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The Shepherd's Heart: A view from the deer stand

Thursday, November 13, 2008

The weatherman says it's supposed to be quite crisp and maybe snow a bit on Saturday. That sounds good to me -- and about half a million other men, women and youngsters who will be heading for the fields and forests of Missouri on opening day of firearms deer season.

We've been waiting patiently (NOT!) for this day for quite some time -- about a year I'd guess.

In fact, many of the late summer/early fall Saturday morning conversations in homes across our county probably focused entirely on this day. Dads and sons, dads and daughters, moms and dads, all sitting around the kitchen table sharing heartfelt words about the main event -- next to Thanksgiving -- of every November.

"Good morning. How are you today?"

"I wish it was deer season."

"Just a month or two and we'll be out there dressed in our blaze orange vests and hats looking for that big buck with all the other hunters."

"I wish it was deer season."

"Yep. Not long now. Just a little while longer and we can start getting ready. Have you cleaned your gun lately?"

"I can't wait. I wish it was deer season."

"Hey, I have an idea. Let's turn on your favorite sports network and watch the pros hunt. They'll probably be on some farm in southern Iowa or sitting in a box stand in south Texas getting ready to pop a big 10-pointer. See, there's that disclaimer that talks about impact shots and parental and viewer discretion and what have you. They're getting ready to drop a big one! I just know it!"

"I don't want to watch Bill and David and Michael and Tom and all the rest of those lucky guys shoot deer. I want to shoot deer. I want to go hunting."

"Well, you're just going to have to wait. That's all there is to it."

"But I don't want to wait. I want to go hunting. I want to use my Marlin. I want to get a shot at a trophy buck. I want to feel the wind in my face. I want to watch a herd of white tails browsing in the old bean field as the sun comes up over the eastern horizon. I don't want to wait! I want to go hunting!"

"Settle down, Dad. You're embarrassing yourself."

Sounds familiar.

Boy. I can't wait until Saturday!

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BOB G. STEWART, Columnist
The Shepherd's Heart