Deer firearms season opened Saturday but I couldn't go. I had to help
out at the Hudson Natural Open. It was a great meet, BTW. Anywho, I
think I'm overtrained from the Russian Front Squat routine and I
caught a bit of the flu so I didn't go hunting until this afternoon. I
spent Sunday, Monday and this morning sleeping.
So I get to where I hunt and unload my ATV. I saddle up with my
..30-06 in it's case and my .357 in my holster. I drive about 1.3
miles to my stand and get there at 1:37 PM. At about 4:50 PM with
daylight fading into night, I see some movement to the north of me
about 70 yards away. I put the crosshairs in the vicinity but don't
see anything through the thick brush and trees so I look above the
scope and see the deer about 10 yards west of where it was standing
previously. Now I'm tracking her through my scope but am only getting
about 6 inches of clearing at her end and nothing in the vitals.
Finally, she steps into a spot about 18 inches wide where I can see
her shoulder and neck. She takes one more step and "POW", I shoot her
low through the chest. She takes one step and drops like a ton of
bricks...dead!
I had to explain to Buddy that "puppies" can't hunt deer earlier today
while I was getting ready. He was bummed out and knew he wasn't going
when I took the .30-06 out of the safe. But, he's happier than a lark
with that deer in my garage now. He's been basically giving me the
canine version of the "hell yeah!" ever since I pulled that deer out
of the back of my pickup. He even ate a little chunk of fat from the
abdominal area that I pulled out when cleaning her up with the garden
hose.
Damn I love hunting. And, with the deer out of the way, Buddy and I
now have more time for bird hunting. Hell Yeah!