Sunday's Pondering

I went ice fishing again with Pastor Will yesterday. This time I drove myself so I wouldn't get stuck gutting deer on the way home. As I followed Him down to the lake I counted around 40 deer in the fields. Now that I think about it, I'm confused why people actually hunt deer with guns. I'm gonna take my cheap monster truck and start hunting with that. It's definitely bigger than a speeding bullet. It's kind of funny watching the outdoor channel. All these guys spend so much money on gear for hunting and even spray deer urine on themselves to be sneaky. The deer will come to you if you just drive down the road.

Back to fishing. I didn't catch a thing except a pair of cold toes and a runny nose. While we were sitting there we could hear the ice cracking from a distance. You would hear POP, POP, really loudly. A few times it even popped loudly right under neath the truck we were using as a wind block. It was an eerie feeling. The ice was around two foot thick still, so there was nothing to be concerned about.