[Jetboy2]

This was 32 years ago in South Georgia, so here goes....

Tuesday afternoon.
Toby and I smoked a joint and drove out to the farm in his pickup. In the back of the truck were the makings of 2 deer stands. So, we got out to the farm, and then drove into some woods next to a corn field. We'd been seeing lots of deer signs in this area, so we figured it would be a good spot for our stands.

We set up our stands. The stands were basically some rude platforms set up about 8 feet off the ground in some Loblolly pine trees. We were happy, so we smoked another joint.

Friday morning.
Alarm goes off at 3AM. Get up, arrgh! Put on my camos, grab the gun, and Toby pulls into the driveway. I hop in. We smoke a joint on the way and arrive at the farm around 4:15am.

We each climb into deer stands. It's still dark and cold...well, cold for South Georgia. The sun rises and soon after I hear a shot. Then Toby starts hollering. Well, I climb down and head over to his stand. Toby just got his first deer. His brand new 30ought6 just paid off.

We gut the deer. (We're Southern Boys, so we know what to do) Then we haul it off to the truck. We take the carcass to Hiram to cut it up. (Hiram's a good ol boy friend of ours)

Saturday.
We start the day out at the farm gathering firewood. (I got a terrible case of poison oak from this!) Then we make a fire pit. There are 8 of us. We're all stoned and punch drunk from too little sleep. We have venison, dove and quail. And bourbon and pot.

Later on there is a massive meat feast. Our girlfriends and other friends arrive at the farm. They bring the potato salad, collard greens and whatnot. Not to mention the pot, beer and bourbon. A great time was had by all!

So, later on...........I moved to the west coast and became a hippy.