A few days ago my Dad was sick. Now, my Dad being sick is like seeing a ant carry an anvil, it just doesn't happen. I thought his slightly pessimistic view of life was because he just didn't like being sick, although I'm sure that was part of it. Somehow he started feeling well again, but now, I'm sick with close to the same thing. I feel like pessimism is my middle name. Besides feeling like I'm dead, my ear hurts and my nose is running. Loverly.

This is one of those points in time when you have to start listening to uplifting music, and praying that your sickness ends soon. But anyway, enough of pessimism.

I took my second driving appointment today, and got to go seventy. Yay! So the speed limit was sixty-five, but my foot was left unattended for a few seconds, just enough time to push the speedometer up to seventy. That's the fastest I've ever gone in my life, so I was happy. I also noticed that highway 97 needs resurfacing, and highway 29 is absolutely beautiful comparatively.

So now, all that lies before me is to get comfortable at such "high speeds", and I still need to hit a deer one of these days, something that needs to be done at least once in a Wisconsinite's lifetime.

I must return to writing commentary on Shakespeare's Julius Caesar, and listening to uplifting music. Have a good night!

P.S. I have concluded that God sometimes gives us sickness to make us more eager to get to heaven...I'll say this, it's working.

My "incredible skills" with an open sight rifle have left me this year. Last year I blew a nub buck out of the air, but that shot was incredibly lucky. This year I have seen seven deer ranging from 150 yards to 30 yards away, they  have all been moving.  I have fired eleven shots at the deer I've seen and every one has either missed, raised hair or possibly hit, though the hit wasn't fatal.

There are several plausible reasons that I haven't taken anything down so far. One; my rifle's accuracy is off. Unfortunately I can't blame that on my rifle, the howitzer is 60 years old and is still hitting dead center, I proved that by shooting a corn husk dead center from about 15 to 10 yards away. Two; the deer are just that good. Unfortunately no, unless the deer I've seen go to a special school, one of my friends has shot two already. Granted, the deer I've seen have been moving at a pretty good clip, but that is no excuse for missing eleven times. Three; my aim is absolutely horrible. This is the most plausible of the three, as I have only fired three practice shots this year and at stationary targets. Also whenever I see a deer I get about a gallon of adrenaline and it's hard to shoot or even see straight when you're that excited.

So whenever I see a deer I just have to pop a chill pill and get a nice steady aim before I blaze away. This morning when I saw four deer I finally decided to take a steady aim after the third shot, not good. Another thing that may help is getting myself a good scoped rifle. While I like the open sight approach, it doesn't do much good unless you practice for a long time. Or I could just get a shotgun with a double-o buck choke and lie down in our field waiting for the first unfortunate mammal to walk by.

Or maybe I could warm up my throwing arm and start chucking rocks at the deer...that might work.

I wish my fellow hunters good luck, I'm sure you'll be able to hit something once you see it.

Happy Thanksgiving everyone! God bless!