Wednesday morning, Dad and I met Grandpa at his house to load up the beagles and chase some rabbits. We figured it wouldn't be a long day of it, as Gramps doesn't get around as well as long as he used to since getting one of his kidneys removed last year (cancer). Once the dogs got done crapping and peeing on everthing we got busy to hunting. We ended up jumping 4 rabbits, with one ending up in a hole, one getting shot and lost
and I got the last two. I guess the old guys can't shoot like they used to. I did blow an easy shot at a quail, but beagles don't point too well!
After shooting the bull with Grandpa Joe and grabbing some lunch, Dad and I decided to drive a small woodlot to try and get me a deer. Once I was in position, I radioed dad to start pushing. About five minutes later, I notice the wind is blowing from behind me towards where I expect to see the deer coming from. I turned to look into the wind and across the small pond I was standing next too, a 'doe' was standing there. I put the crosshairs behind the shoulder and let one fly. It bounded off the berm out of sight. I chambered a fresh round and bent over to pick up my empty. As I was standing back up, I noticed another doe standing about 30yds to the right of where the first had been. With it facing me, I put the crosshairs at the base of the neck and dropped it on the spot. My first double! The first doe turned out to be a button buck, it just had nubbins. Oh well, good vittles.
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