Deer season opened Wednesday. Unlike years past, I wasn’t tucked away in a blind — albeit one that has sliding glass windows and a propane heater — before the first cock crowed.
For 50 years I arose between 5 and 5:30 a.m., until a couple of years ago when I cut back at work and could relish the opportunity to rise at a more civilized hour.
Besides, I’ll let you in on a little secret of deer hunting. Many of the wise old deer are much like me, they…
