Arkie John
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After waiting for a time, Tom got down and eventually tracked the deer up...a nice 6-point about 170 pounds. That's when he called me and first told me of his good fortune.
Now. I woke Tom from his nap and we lightened our load and headed back down the trail a half mile, maybe. We got to the place where Tom shot the buck but after several circles through the woods we had trouble locating it. So, we did the tracking thang all over again.
Lucky for us Tom did a number on the ole' boy, even though it was a few inches high. It STILL got the aft section of the lungs, but it made for a longer search. The blood drops were telling us his direction was generally southeast. We tracked him through the brush and over an old overgrown logging road of yesteryear and into the most god-awful thicket around the whole area. Tom forged ahead of me and I heard him yell as he rediscovered his prize.
A prize he was too. He had his new winter coat and a slick pair of antlers that Tom will be proud of. Any deer kill with a bow is good, but your FIRST one is special. Tom has killed two or three with a crossbow before I shamed him into selling it and gettin a "man's" bow
. ( a mathews)
We both donned the surgical gloves and broke out the knives. Tom did the honors and before I knew it the ole' buck's balls were hangin' nose-high in a tree for the whole world to see!! Arrrrrrrr. That's my little brother for you.
Then, Tom systematically completed the field dressing with the expertise given him by his father many years ago. This was really special for me, you gotta know.
After we admired him for a good long while and after hearing his story again, we grabbed him around the antlers and began draggin' the buck down the trail, back to the Hilltop for butchering. Within two hours the ole' buck was history and in the frig for 'firming up' before final butchering.
It was a GREAT way to begin the season. It was not only a good experience for Tom but for the both of us. It is a hunt we both will remember the rest of our days.
Thanks so much for reading our story. Tom will be back on one of these days, whenever he gets over bein' 'provoked' by computers (neither of us can get DSL). He may be my little brother, but his attitude toward dial-up computers is that of an old fart truly set in his ways. (I wonder where he got that from?) But, I sense that he'll be back on soon.
Maybe we'll do it again before long. You all take care...and pray for a good cold snap. Now THAT's when thing begin to get truly interesting around these parts! <><
AJ
Now. I woke Tom from his nap and we lightened our load and headed back down the trail a half mile, maybe. We got to the place where Tom shot the buck but after several circles through the woods we had trouble locating it. So, we did the tracking thang all over again.
Lucky for us Tom did a number on the ole' boy, even though it was a few inches high. It STILL got the aft section of the lungs, but it made for a longer search. The blood drops were telling us his direction was generally southeast. We tracked him through the brush and over an old overgrown logging road of yesteryear and into the most god-awful thicket around the whole area. Tom forged ahead of me and I heard him yell as he rediscovered his prize.
A prize he was too. He had his new winter coat and a slick pair of antlers that Tom will be proud of. Any deer kill with a bow is good, but your FIRST one is special. Tom has killed two or three with a crossbow before I shamed him into selling it and gettin a "man's" bow
. ( a mathews)We both donned the surgical gloves and broke out the knives. Tom did the honors and before I knew it the ole' buck's balls were hangin' nose-high in a tree for the whole world to see!!
Arrrrrrrr. That's my little brother for you.Then, Tom systematically completed the field dressing with the expertise given him by his father many years ago. This was really special for me, you gotta know.
After we admired him for a good long while and after hearing his story again, we grabbed him around the antlers and began draggin' the buck down the trail, back to the Hilltop for butchering. Within two hours the ole' buck was history and in the frig for 'firming up' before final butchering.
It was a GREAT way to begin the season. It was not only a good experience for Tom but for the both of us. It is a hunt we both will remember the rest of our days.
Thanks so much for reading our story. Tom will be back on one of these days, whenever he gets over bein' 'provoked' by computers (neither of us can get DSL). He may be my little brother, but his attitude toward dial-up computers is that of an old fart truly set in his ways.
(I wonder where he got that from?) But, I sense that he'll be back on soon.Maybe we'll do it again before long. You all take care...and pray for a good cold snap. Now THAT's when thing begin to get truly interesting around these parts! <><
AJ
