So she baits the boys with girls and probably a salt block or two. Good plan. If he is anything like the bucks that hang around our house all of whom have lost their fear of people... he was probably hoping for a handout from Grandma. Hey! Grandma where is my treat? Then blamo! Another trophy on the wall, venecin and deer soup for everyone, or as my grandmother used to call it... chili.
One shot, one kill.
They do have deer feeders out but otherwise just let the deer wander onto their property from the Davey Crockett National Forest.
She shoots better than I do ...
Seriously, we had a little lumber mill, and my grandmother used to invite my uncle and I over for lunch almost every day for “chili”. She was a product of the depression. It was never the same. We never knew what kind of meat or vegetables we were eating. If she trapped or shot something it was sure to be in there. I used to get in trouble for drinking so much kool-aid to help wash the pepper and chili spices down. At that time I could eat just about anything without getting an upset stomache.