This was the scene at noon in the woods about 10 miles from Cook, Minn, on the deer opener Saturday.
We hunt dark to dark, hiking back into a series of swamps and other cover, hoping for a good buck.
Deer are hard to come by in these parts, however, and my brother, on the left of this photo, my son Cole, and my nephew, Brian, realize "you can't eat horns," as they say.
So we shoot what we can find, sooner or later, hoping to lay up some meat for the winter.
So far, we have one deer down, a big doe Dick shot at about 8:15.
It's been chilly, in the mid- to high 20s all morning. Often we start a fire at lunch to warm up. But we skipped it today.
