The days are moving ahead at a steady pace. While 2020 has been unpredictable and unbelievable, one thing has been consistent and unchanging. It’s each day’s twenty-four-hour cycle. Nothing has slowed it down, sped it up or altered its guaranteed coming and going. As a result, deer season is dragging me one day closer to its arrival. I’m in full preparation mode. Stands are being put up, cameras are being placed, and feeders set where allowed. I’m also getting ready to disc up a field for late summer planting. Since I live on the boarder of three states, I am constantly double-checking seasons, limits and regulations. It’s just how it is around here. Except for an early Tennessee velvet-antler hunt, Kentucky is always first to welcome hunters to the woods. Normally they welcome us when it’s too hot to go. So, unless I know there’s a big one perusing the area, I wait until cooler weather is the rule. I’ve noticed how preparation brings new excitement and expectation. At the end of every year, it’s just the opposite. Toward the end of each season, high hopes are rare, and that means…
For the complete story, see the July 29th edition of The Lexington Progress.