I went out yesterday evening, completely oblivious to the temperature and ignoring the weatherman's warnings. With my pocket's full of handwarmer, and only one glove, (I found out later), I climbed into the stand at about 2:45. At 4:15 a little eight pointer that I've been watching all season snuck by without a clue I was there. At 4:24 two deer came sneaking up the creek and into my shooting lane. The shot was at about a whopping 5 yards. The arrow hit high and buried to the Fletch. I watched the deer run up the hill and heard the deer go down. Without much of a bloodtrail, I just walked back and forth until I saw her laying under a hedge tree. As I write this, there is a roast from last night's harvest cooking in the crockpot smothered with cream of mushroom, and onion soup mix. I can't wait. Bob Lee Hunter Curve 55@29, Zwickey Eskimo 4Bld. Tripper
Topic: Hunter curve strikes again (Read 264 times)
