Boy, am I gonna be in the minority here. Let me back track just a bit.
The past month I watched my best buudy of 14 years go steadily down hill. My best buddy C.J.
got to the point were arthritis wouldn't let him get up out of his bed without help most of the time. His sight was going as was his hearing. There were times he was confused and I could tell he didn't know exactly where he was.
Sure, he had day's that he was better than others. Last Monday I finally let my head over rule my heart. Last Tuesday I let him go, one of the sadest days of my life. A big hole in my heart. I know as painful as it was I made right decision, not an easy one but the right one.
Now, back to the "Old man". I know that I would have made that same decision with my heart if it had been me. But, after watching C.J. I might have thought differently. Could I have imagined that grand old man being unable to get up out of his bed, not being able to sustain himself with food and water and the end result of that. Worse, not being able to get out of his bed and being and easy meal for the coyotes. I hope not, but that's my head doing the thinking.
I suppose, if I were there I would have let my heart do the the thinking, not that my heart would have been right after what C.J. taught me.
I'm just glad it wasn't me. For the love and respect of the Whitetail, what is the right answer?
By the way, C.J. was an Irish setter who in his day could find birds with the best.
Just so there is absolutely no confusion, I am not finding fault with Barry's way of thinking or what he did or didn't do. I guess what I am saying is because of so recently seeing the age in C.J.'s face and the pain in C.J.'s eyes, I might have transferred that to the grand old buck. If I had, I'm sure I would have felt pretty darn sad, but I usually do when I take a whitetail.