Wisconsin Deer Stand
The smell in the woods, the sounds of the trees as the wind blows through them. Ahead a steep ridge is filled with oaks, maples and elms. That have changed color already and their leaves are starting to fall. As they fall they hit other leaves going crunch. Then as acorn fall they go crashing down making a thud like a marble hitting the ground. From atop the ridge a slimy deer trail comes down, breaking into two trails that go opposite ways. There are fresh deer tracks from the mud that oozed in between the deer's hooves. Behind an old trail climbing as the ridge gets steeper. Then, as far as the eye can see, fields, then a farm and some woods. As the wind blows the smell of freshly combined corn. Out there as someone squeezes
The smell in the woods, the sounds of the trees as the wind blows through them. Ahead a steep ridge is filled with oaks, maples and elms. That have changed color already and their leaves are starting to fall. As they fall they hit other leaves going crunch. Then as acorn fall they go crashing down making a thud like a marble hitting the ground. From atop the ridge a slimy deer trail comes down, breaking into two trails that go opposite ways. There are fresh deer tracks from the mud that oozed in between the deer's hooves. Behind an old trail climbing as the ridge gets steeper. Then, as far as the eye can see, fields, then a farm and some woods. As the wind blows the smell of freshly combined corn. Out there as someone squeezes