The days passed with no action what soever. That's the way it goes sometimes and I know that. I don't think it helped Tracy's spirits much though.
We all know how that goes... you invite a friend to come hunt knowing you've got it going on and bam, right between the eyes nothing.
And try as you might to will something to happen, nothing changes. If you haven't experienced it for yourself, then wait a few years and you will... it's part of the hunt.
If this had been like hunting at home where I could go out whenever I liked and even every day if I wanted, I'd have stacked them up for sure.
But like everyone else out there, Tracy and I had had to make a decision about a certain time frame.
It all had to happen within the confines of 5 or 6 days and that's a hard target to hit just right.
With knees and back aching, I sure hadn't been much help carting out Tress' buck. He was as heavy of body as he was of rack. If it hadn't been for that dang cart, we'd probably still be dragging.
Tracy doesn't like to gut the deer in the area where it is killed (neither do I) so that gave us the FULL package to deal with and I'd bet that package would go well over 200#.
Later when the buck had been skinned and gutted Tracy would take the offal to his special dumping spot.
The neat thing about doing it this way is the possibilities that open up for other species.
Coyotes in particular are drawn to such dumping spots and could be ambushed with a little thoughtful preparation.
We spotted this dog working the dump spot one day and he was so absorbed in filling his belly that he let me sneak (?) within "almost" bow range.
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