After two days of trying we finally got it together around noon today and got dad his deer. It wasn't easy given all the able bodied slobs running EVERY road all day long in 34. We finally decided that if he was going to get one he was going to have to get out there and hoof it a little. Drug him up a fairly large hill first thing this morning only to find that everyone else had chosen that particular hill to watch. We figured this hill was a total waste of time so drug him back down to the truck. I really was wondering if he was going to be able to walk anymore but suggested a short easy area that just might be holding a deer. It worked out perfectly and he made it count when the buck showed hinself.
I'm proud of "the old man" as he has refused to quit what he loves even though he pays for it for days, sometimes weeks after he does it. He doesn't accept can't when it comes to hunting and does what it takes when the time comes!
Oh, WE HUNTED HARD!!!
Had to put that picture up. Chaps my hide when I see those clowns on TV saying that!
His first shot. All we can figure is that the deer turned hard just to the right just as the bullet got there. Missed it by THAT much! IT didn't break the skin but removed every hair in it's path.
I'm proud of "the old man" as he has refused to quit what he loves even though he pays for it for days, sometimes weeks after he does it. He doesn't accept can't when it comes to hunting and does what it takes when the time comes!
Oh, WE HUNTED HARD!!!
Had to put that picture up. Chaps my hide when I see those clowns on TV saying that!
His first shot. All we can figure is that the deer turned hard just to the right just as the bullet got there. Missed it by THAT much! IT didn't break the skin but removed every hair in it's path.
