A day after S2 went out and harvested his first deer, S3 went out with my brother and harvested his first deer. I have asked S3 to tell us his hunting story. Without further ado, I give you S3….
My name is S3 and I killed a deer. A buck/spike. Uncle D said to hold still for the last hour but my toes were freezing. Thirty minutes later Uncle D said “Hold Still”. I froze. Then he said, “Pick up the gun slowly”. So I did. I put it toward the lung and BANG!!! I saw it drop and then get back up again we tracked him most of the night for about 10 or 15 minutes. Then Uncle D said to come here and give me hand. It was a spike buck.
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When S3 shot set up to get a shot on this deer, they thought it was a doe. When my brother called him over to where the deer was, apparently S3 went tearing through the woods. My husband said he could have broken a leg and wouldn’t have known he was that excited. “Do you have my deer? Do you have my deer?” he was asking and then he shouted, “It’s a BUCK!”
S2 and S3 are not letting S1 forget he has yet to get a deer.
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