The hubby and I went out hunting yesterday and each came home with a deer. Normally this would result in great rejoicing, but in this case, not even a photo was taken. Let me explain.
We were driving along when I noticed a deer with horns. Seemed like a nice size, at least a 2 point (which was going to be my minimum for this year) so I took the shot. All of a sudden there is some more movement and I tell the hubby there is another one. Oh, I say, it's a spike buck....pretty small. I am sent to park the truck. On the way back I hear another shot. Did you have to shoot mine a 2nd time? Nope I shot the other one.
We traipse through the slash about 100 meters or so to retrieve them both. I am sent back to the truck to get the licenses.......a particular detail we both forgot to remember. The hubby stays to gut the deer. By the time I return the gruesome task is done (one I am capable of but will not argue should someone offer to do it for me). What took you so long he says?
I would make a horrible deer. I seem to take the most difficult path there and back each and every time. Instead of looking for the "well worn" trail out, I opt for the hummocky, slashy, salal ridden path. Each and every time! I am new at this....I am still learning.
We drag them out, I following the husband who has this walking through the woods thing down to a science. In the truck they go and home we ride. No photos taken....I am kind of embarrassed as, in my opinion, these are the kind of deer you shoot at the end of the season when you still have a tag left.
Later that evening we assess the days events. It goes something like this:
Me: I really thought those horns were bigger. If I had known that I don't think I would have taken the shot, would you?
Hubby: Yup!
Me: Really!? Hmmmmm. For sure though if you had taken the shot first I would never have shot that little spike buck.
Hubby: Really!?
Me: Yup! Why did you shoot it?
Hubby: Because you shot one!
And so the years "competition" begins!
GermanG
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