Welder hat deer hunting
Wearing a welding cap and sitting in my tree stand, dawn is quickly approaching. Not a sign of my prey, the ever elusive whitetail deer. I drift into a daydream about the nights festivities soon to follow. Thinking of going to the local tavern to unwind from a hard day of battling the elements in this cold Northern Michigan town. Suddenly out of the mist I hear a branch crack in the distance. Out walks the monster 12 point buck that me and Ted saw last year. I thought for sure he had been shot already. Earlier today 2 Doe were at my bait pile and the buck is surely following their scent. That rack is even bigger than last year and he's almost within range. I adjust my hat, my heart is pounding my breathing is so loud but I can't stop it. I raise the shotgun looking down the sights as he turns broadside, this is probably my only chance. Looking down the cold steel barrel I squeeze the trigger. The sound of the blast echoes through the trees. He awkwardly leaps forward, yes he's hit. I nervously sit back against the tree lighting up a smoke, wondering if it was me or this badasscap dear at dawn welding hat I've got on, yeah it's the cap!