About 30 minutes after I got there, I heard something running through the leaves. "Another damn squirrel" was my first thought. Then I saw a deer.
"Geez, another doe" ran through my head as I slumped back into the seat.
Then I saw the second deer. A buck.
Immediately, the heart rate jumped. He ran behind a small clump of trees, which let me raise the rifle with him seeing it. He slowly walked from my left to right. Once he cleared the last tree in the clump, I squeezed the trigger.
He ran about 15 yards and fell over.
My brother says I should have let him go. I guess he doesn't want any summer sausage, breakfast sausage or chili meat.
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Can't grow big ones if you shoot the little ones!
Even Erin said, "Daddy, that deer had itty bitty horns and something was hanging out of it's mouth. It was gross." :P
There were seven or eight killed up there last year. That impacts the herd more than what I did yesterday.
oh you guys are cute when you argue.
And nice photograph by Nash - you could give a photo credit, Scott ;)
Solid pics of the killer Na-Daddy!!
Thank you, thank you. I was also the carcass transport. I'll take whatever venison you have to spare. I didn't see anything worth shooting, but seeing Scott overjoyed at the kill made my day. Good Times. CZ
I would like to put in a request now for some deer jerkey...
I'd say the buck only weighed about eighty pounds minus entrails, so I'm thinking Scott may have to limit the spoils of the kill to those that aided in moral and transportation support.
I can only assume that the dead deer pic will make the pages of the Times Record.
You could change your column sig to you and the antlers, 'cause that would be awesome.
And 6 or so the year before that. We need better management all around.
Just don't be calling me a "heathen" when I trout fish with a spinning rod and I won't tell Erin that you shot Bambi!
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