Wet Sneakers and WhiteTails...

"Bowden, what the hell are you wearing?" Bowden had just gotten to the house, ready go hunting, and he was wearing his pair of sneakers instead of boots. I said whatever and we started off down into the willows and the creek, hoping to catch a buck coming down from his bedding spot. Sure enough, Bucky came out, but came out running. I didn't think Bowden was going to put the gun up, but all of a sudden I heard the bark of that .30-30, and the thump of one hard hit. Down he went but the fun was over when we realized we had to cross a creek; well the fun ended for Bowden, I was fine cross 5-6" deep water. It wasn't terribly cold, but wet feet sucks even when it's 40 degrees out. We both got him dressed and out of there and home just in time for dinner.