One Oak Tree Southwest Corner, Ground Blind, MN. This is my new address. It my be a downsize from my current home, but no TV's and no ringing phones. Just me and it. It's all about being there and not being there at the same time. Seeing it the way it is when I'm not there, only, I am there.
Tip toeing through dried leaves and limbs desperately trying to avoid making unwanted sound. It never seems to work and you end up sounding like a drunk elephant. Oh well, got to get there. Upon arrival to my new temporary home covered in a tangle of dead branches the worst is yet to come. The entrance zipper. Why is that thing so unbelievably loud? Again, keep on keepin' on.

Staring for movement and listening to every sound. It really is amazing what you see and hear. The strange thing is, we see and hear a lot of it all the time. We just don't pay much attention to it. Out there, you have to. I still can't figure out how when you hear a squirrel he sounds like a rut crazy 150 inch buck and then when you do see a deer you didn't hear anything. I'm calling Mythbusters! A wood pecker was blasting the blow down tree my blind is nestled in. He was only a couple feet away from my head just on the other side of my thin blind wall. Sounded like a hammer drill. I never new such an annoying sound could make me smile so much. I'll bet wood peckers wish they knew what Advil was.
