Today I took a friend to the field with me. I set up the blind on Thursday afternoon...yes in the rain and winds. And we returned to it around 6:30 this morning. Before first light we heard at least three shots and counted over 20 by the time we called it a day: roughly 11:30. I was really hoping that he'd get a chance to see a harvest...either buck or doe would have been fine by me. We were both numb in the toes, but neither wanted to admit it until we packed everything up and got back in the car. During the drive back home we talked about the experience of being in the woods, with God's creation during a sunrise. There was a fog in the creek valley we were hunting--really cool as the morning light changed. I'm sure we both saw some "phantom" deer. Anyway, as much as I wanted to fill a tag, field dress my first deer by myself, pan-fry some inner loins, and have another hunting story to tell; I realized that I do have another hunting story to tell...the one where a new hunter was born.