It's funny how things in life work out sometimes. I recently rekindled my love for traditional archery after several years of layoff. Target panic owned me for at least 6-7 years, and I had pretty much given up. This year was to be my first year of hunting since taking up the stick and string again. However, finding the time to get out has been tough. I'm currently buying a new house, and being a first year teacher doesn't help things. I did get out one chilly morning about 3 weeks ago, but no shots presented themselves and no bucks even showed up (I don't have a doe tag). The first archery season ends soon, and I was trying to make time to get out again.
Driving home last night, I was planning the when and where for the next hunt. It was raining and foggy, so I was driving slower than normal. Out of the mist, a brown form materialized. I knew immeadiately it was a deer, so I slowed down as quickly as possible. However, considering the conditions, I didn't want to lock the brakes up. The buck was facing the side of the road and was standing in the other lane. He promtly did a 180 and dove headlong into the driver's side of my car, his face only 10 inches from mine. I heard his antlers slide down the side of my car as I drove past. He wasn't getting back up.
Somehow I think that will be the only buck I see this season. Ironic.
Topic: Ironic Buck (Read 155 times)
