A hunter's twilight
October 2, 2019. That is a date I will remember. That's the date it crystalized in my head that I can no longer look forward to many years of hunting. It was a sad moment when I realized my hunting days were numbered. Maybe it was just a steep learning curve at play. Let me explain. It was the second time I had been out antelope hunting. The season had started about a week and a half earlier. On opening day, I was out there, but the rain was relentless and driving. I stepped out of my car to pee maybe three times in an hour (I had a lot of coffee because I got up early), then I decided to call it a day. It's not much fun hunting in the rain, especially a cold, driving rain. Hunting on public land has its advantages; also, it has its disadvantages. Since it was opening weekend, there was a stream of trucks going down the road where I was parked on the shoulder. I decided if there was this much traffic on the weekend, even on a rainy day, I should try in the middle of ...