My summer ended Sunday with double-header softball games and picnic. I was hoping for a sunny, shirt-sleeve day and was blessed.
My desires changed once the sun went down on the girls of summer.
Deer hunting is now on the agenda and I need morning temperatures in the 30s to get those big bucks moving.
Tuesday, the front began to push through. At midday, I had to deal with cider addict, 15 year old Lyndsey Gipson. I took her straight to the suppliers Tom and Shirley Tranbarger of the Pendleton Apple Barn. Miss Gipson got to see, first hand, how cider is made.
One thing, I realized, is two batches of cider are seldom the same; this, because different apples are ripe throughout the season. The Apple Barn is open Monday through Saturday, 11 a.m. to 6 p.m.
Tom and I had to have one more conversation about deer eating apples. He theorized that deer just might like apples after they get soft. I like cider well enough to freeze some for the off season. Cinnamon spiced hot cider hits the spot after a cold day afield.
Later in the afternoon the cows were up and feeding-a sure sign the deer are moving and the fish biting. However, Larry Lawson was there to help me cut down a tree.
By the time you read this, I will have taken my new Native cross bow on its maiden hunt. Standing beans have kept me from hunting a promising woods in Henry County. They are probably picked by now and I have two more woods I’ve never set foot in.
I met my daughter Jourdan last Friday at Brown County State Park for a little hiking and deer scouting. Later, we ate at the Hob Knob in Little Nashville. I ordered a delicious rabbit stew.