Jed and I went on our (semi)-annual hunting trip. Jed, the mega-shot hit this deer about ten minutes after we left the truck. He spotted it, shot it, and then we headed towards it. We were prepared in case it took off, wounded, but then a HUGE guy took off towards the ridge. It was moving too fast for both of us, neither of us got a shot off. Jed was freeking out because he was sure that he'd hit the deer in his first shot. We decided to see if he'd hit it and we could track it and, low and behold, there was this guy sitting there. Jed had hit it in the head. I gutted it (or attempted to) and it took us the rest of the day to skin it and all other required things before we could take it to be processed into jerkey (Mmm. Mmm.) After all the work, we were both so tired and sore that we aren't ready to do any hunting again anytime soon. (We'll probably forget this all by next year though) The last deer we got was six years ago. We decided that every six years is enough!
2 comments:
That is quite the deer. I am so proud of you two for hitting & cleaning him all in one day. Breann is so brave to do the discusting part of the job. Jed did pretty good a being such a great target.
Way to go. Bring it down and I will do a horn mount for you. love Brayle
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