Well after watching the Bengals lose Dianne decided to go sit in her stand for awhile. I half jokingly told her to shoot the first deer to come along. I was busy preparing dinner when she came in. I said "Are we dragging?" (our normal greeting during hunting season) and she said "Yea, c'mon".
Although it had rained earlier it had stopped before she went out. Before we could gather up gear to go look for the deer the skies opened up again, and it was getting dark.We went down and found her arrow, a magnus tipped cedar that had passed thru, and although it was beginning to wash off it was evident it was covered in red blood from tip to nock. The deer had come across the hillside and Di stood and drew her bow, but it's vitals were blocked by brush. She let down and waited for the deer to move forward, drew and told herself to pick a spot and released. She said the arrow placement looked good on the quartering away deer.By now it was really raining and the blood trail was washed away. Soon Dianne, Brian and I were traversing the slippery hillsides with flashlights doing a body search. It was reminicient of the scene from Dances with Wolves where they are searching for the rifles that Dunbar had buried.
Topic: A deer for Di (Read 9859 times)
