Got Another One

It was four degrees this morning. Luckily it wasn't windy, because I would have frozen right to my bones. Anyways, I was sitting up in a tree stand to start the morning, looking out over my domain. It was just getting light and the cows were bellowing their goodbyes as they left for market.

It was getting really cold and I was ready to get up, so I did. There were some deer that I had seen up in the woods above me, and no one was shooting so I thought I'd start driving them in. I started walking, and as soon as I got to the edge of the woods, a bunch of deer stood up and started running in. I kept walking and pretty soon the woods sounded like a war zone. Shots going off all around me, I was ducking trying not to die.

After the chaos was over I stood up and looked up the hill and two bucks,A four point, and an eight point appeared from the other side. They saw me but they didn't seem too concerned I was there, their mistake. They trotted down the hill and when they reappeared on the other side I popped off a shot. They jogged a little farther, but he wasn't hit. I shot again and he lurched and took off. I shot a shot after him and he was gone. My uncle was standing up on top of the hill so I went up there to help him. At this point I thought I had missed the deer I shot at, but I resolved to look for blood when I was done.

I watched my uncle clean his deer. When he was done we walked up the hill and found another blood trail so we follow it, and followed it, and followed it. Finally we just turned around and came back. As we crossed the fence we saw another person from our group cleaning a deer. We walked up and asked him if it was his and he said he had just found it. It was the one I had shot, and we followed the blood trail back to the place I had shot it at. Sweet! An old but nice seven pointer. All in all it was a very good year for hunting.