Is there a story to go along with the kill? My deer hunting stories are boring. I scout, pick a deer, look at my watch. Come opening day I keep an eye on my watch and the deer trail, then the day is done. I enjoy the scouting part very much. The killing part not so much. I love the eating part.
Not much of a story. They had been out all day. It got late were ready to head for Grandma’s house and this buck stepped out.
But I’ll tell you one of mine. My uncles have a mining cabin we use to hunt from in the fall. One year my brother in law came up to hunt and we drove up to the trail head and started for the cabin. My BIL is a lot out of shape and at the last corner and short straight uphill to the ridge where the cabin sits I had stopped to wait for him to catch up. While I was waiting this pine grouse appeared. Hopped up on a stump and was looking at me. I got my rifle up and about then my BIL got there. He whispered what do you see? I whispered you see that grouse? I’m going to shoot his head off and we’ll eat him for lunch. So I take aim and was ready to pull the trigger when I heard this little sound. I looked over my scope and there is a nice buck standing up the hill looking straight down at us. I raised my rifle a little higher and shot him under the chin. My BIL, concentrating on the bird, slaps my back and says HAR HAR smart-a.. you missed! And this deer comes rolling down the hill. He says WTF??!! WHERE DID THAT COME FROM??? He hasn’t gotten over it. And I still laugh about it.