It started earlier in the afternoon, a few hours before I poked a straw through my diet cherry-limeade at the Sonic on Saturday and dumped 12 ounces of ice-cold cherry drink onto my lap and into the seat below it. That meant I had to sit on top of a pile of napkins while cherry limeade gushed out of the seat every time I moved for the next hour. Actually, the string of bad luck started when I almost tipped over on my four-wheeler while crossing a gravelly embankment because, as often happens here in the Ozarks, a huge rock pushed up from the ground right before my left front wheel went over it. Is it possible to jump off the dang thing uphill when it’s rolling downhill? I hope I never have to find out.
Now, the misfortune continues as I search for all of my deer tags – including archery and firearms for two counties – two extra sets of ATV keys and a pin for my rifle scabbard.
But, hey, this morning my husband brought me a set of binoculars and had me peer out the windows in the second floor blue bedroom to see a beautiful seven-pointer nosing through the woods nearby. The buck was following a doe and his neck was already swollen. Good signs, since rifle season, opening day, is this coming Saturday.
Maybe by then, I will have located my keys, pin and most importantly, the tags. Otherwise, I’ll get a quick education on how to get replacements on all of the aforementioned items.
Sounds like the same kind of luck I’ve had this past week….bad!
Hope the rest of deer season is better! Another beautifully written post from Babbs in the Woods.