The Deerslayer

That's right...I killed Bambi's daddy yesterday and my hunting partner killed Bambi's mother just before that!!! I didn't plan on hunting deer this year, but the opportunity arose and I bought my tags and went. This was the most unusual hunt I have ever been on. There was none of the boring sitting around waiting, no stalking through the woods (there weren't any woods to stalk through), there was no long trek into the brush. There was simply a drive out of town to a parcel of state land, parking the truck on the prairie, wathching the deer graze, selecting the desired targets and killing the deer. Aaron shot his doe first at 250 yards and as we were walking over to it a small buck came back into view at 180 yards and I knelt down and shot it. All told, it took longer to drive to the site than it did to kill two deer. Now I have him hanging in the garage aging and I will probably process him on Tuesday. I still have a doe tag to fill so I will probably go get another deer next week after I get back from a quick trip down to Colorado for the 1st Annual Mountain-Plains Sheep and Goat Conference where yours truly is the only speaker without initials after his name (pretty cool huh?)!!!