Well, this little spikehorn decided to walk in front of the crosshairs of my son’s gun. His truck was in the shop at the time and he borrowed the *Ronnie* for his hunting-gathering gig, rather than waste a possibly productive day in the woods.
The venison is so nice and tender ... better than Angus steak. :)
At least he had the courtesy to put a tarp on the rack.
Usually there are two kayaks strapped to the top, but alas,’tis winter. Good times ahead!
Interesting story. Sounds like your family is quite the explorers.
I lived for 13 years in the Poconos where the white tail deer are plentiful. I never went hunting, but the guys who lived around me did.
But one night the first year we lived there, we heard a terrific rumble and screaching of brakes out front around 9 PM. Went outside to find a deer with very large antlers had been hit by a car and broke its leg.
He tried to move around, but he couldn’t. So he settled himself down on the edge of our yard and the whole neigborhood came by to watch with spotlights and the works.
Realizing his days were numbered, the police came along and shot the beautiful white-tail. The guy across the street took the deer, gutted it, and then had it packaged for venison.
Never saw a more handsome deer my whole time living there.