I'm heading back to the far upper right corner of our state to hopefully avoid a lot of the weather. I think everybody in the state is going to get wet to some degree this weekend if they are out and about chasing Bambi.

While my infamous Buck Zilla is long dead (he got harvested the year after I spotted him), I'm hoping to go shoot one of his offspring, or maybe even grandson. If the Zilla's don't want to cooperate, I'll move down a bit and hopefully score a nice eating white tail.

Good luck to all of you hunters out there and hope you shoot far, steady, and on target!

PS. Going to use the Rem 700 .270 that Driftin' foolishly let me have. I will do her proud. Never shot at an animal wit this rifle, so we are on a good relationship for now.