Nice bucks .I can just hear the story of that last buck.
I was glassing and glassing.Nothing found so I cross the street from the swimming pool park to my grandmamas houe.As I'm walking into the back yard, I turn and there , across grandmamas back porch on the other side of the swing set behind Doc Earls kids trampoline I spot this great mammoth muley.He doesn't even know I'm there as he is paying attention to my little cousin Bobby and Doc Earls sons' Jimmy and Toby playing with a nerf football.The stalk is on, I climb up onto the porch , the wooden floor creeks a little, the buck'ears focus back, I stand still.My movement is drowned out my my deaf grandmamas tv turned up pretty loud, thank you Dr. Phil.I continue on, I reach the end of the porch and from there I'm able to thread the needle from across the yard,about 30 yards give or take a broken down car and a patio set.I holler out in excitement but qiuckly realize the buck is barely hit, he runs out into a road and THANKFULLY it's trash day , the trashdump truck plows into the back end of my buck , breaking his back, he's not dead yet . but my trusty old dog Buckwheat and his girlfriend Maybell jump onto the buck and go for the throat.I'm sure glad I let Buckwheat watch all those wolve documentarys, he knew exactly what to do.....Anyhow , that's it and now I have my very best SCI BOWKILLED MULEY BUCK.I sure hope I can get this tag again....Oral....
