WBH 1982 Membership Button
Remember those beautiful fall mornings in the 80's where everything was right with the world and when whitetails were a thick as fleas on a dogs back. On one of those mornings I found myself threading my way to a stand on the far down wind side of a bedding area to welcome the light. I was in the stand no more than a half hour and I could hear thunder in the far distance. The sound was so soft I figured I could easily make the morn-BLAM!!!! The bolt of lighting was bright, close, and loud and I swear I could smell burning hair. I don't remember climbing down from stand and it must have been quite the sight for the deer to see a smoking hunter plowing a direct line through the bedding area in a straight line to his truck. As I sat in the truck in the pouring rain and having counted all my fingers and toes I realized I left my pack and bow swinging in the tree and somewhere in between I had lost my hat (with my WBH pin). I decided to wait until the storm passed before returning to the tree stand in the afternoon to sit until dark. Never did find that hat.