Reminds me to be sure to check for the "burn ban" signs on the way to the lease.

Here's hoping memories are made and there's lots of laughs tomorrow night, and other nights during the season, with friends and family around a fire pit all over Texas. It's a dying tradition and something I've looked forward to for as long as I can remember. At a recent youth hunt on my place, the "huntmaster" decided there wasn't time for a campfire on Saturday night. He never had kids. Kids like a campfire. If he'd shut the hell up and built a fire while the kids were out, they could've seen a bonfire coming in from the blinds. I've had a couple of "discussions" with a "lease manager" (aka "Deer Nazi") about how what happens with the kids on a lease, around a campfire, is a dam sight more important than if some buck that was brought in was 5&1/2 or 6&1/2 years old.

Here's my oldest grandson, 4 years ago, immediately after he got 9 stitches in his shin at the Junction ER. He's way too busy with sports now to be with Grampy, but his uncle will be with me around a fire, perhaps with a wee dram in his hand, tomorrow night. The boy will be back, I have zero doubt whatsoever. His little sister (she's a killer) and cousins too. I play the long game. Waidmannsheil to all!