DAY 17 Saw a fabulous 14-point buck at the edge of the clearing today, but it turned out to be a juniper bush, blowing in the breeze. I think I'm really losing it here. I'm only twelve feet off the ground, but it might as well be twelve thousand. One beer left, which I'm nursing like a blind puppy lost in Pam Anderson's tank top.
DAY 18 The nights are surprisingly scary. I know the coyotes can't get me up here, but they are certainly interested in my "scat bucket" if I fail to haul it up at night.
DAY 20 The barrel of my gun tastes like oil...it's weird.
DAY 21 A kill at last! It was only a mosquito, but hey, used the last of my underwear to bandage it up. I don't really have a way down from here and my laptop's batt...