Well another opening weekend has come and gone! So far this has been another memorable moment with my kids. I started out Saturday morning with Ratboy in tow and we headed for the stand. About 8:15am I noticed a buck heading our way across the swamp. I pointed him out to Ratboy and we waited for him to close the gap. He got to 115 yards and I looked at Ratboy and said are you ready? He said is this a loud gun dad? I said Yes, plug your ears and watch him. I dropped the hammer on the .280 and he went down in his tracks! Every time a shoot a deer with one of my kids around I always say Oh yeah, Michael Waddel has got nothing on me! We sit back and enjoy the bright sunlight for an hour and around 9:15 I hear a shot across the swamp. I tell Ratboy to start looking for deer that were spooked by the shot. A couple minutes later we see a doe running at full speed through the high grass right at us! I steady the gun and get a bead on her. She starts to turn at 110 yards to head towards high ground but I ended that mission with a bullet wound to the bread basket! Another set of high fives and me and the boy are getting down from the stand to go take a look at our bounty. If you remember from last year I process deer for the neighborhood and things get a bit hectic around my place come Sunday night. I have posted that picture. There are 14 deer in that picture waiting to get processed. I take two days off of work to get the first rush done. I am still sore but the extra money just might get me over to Wisconsin to pay for that $165 out of state deer problem they have.
Go Getem' Sand Burr!!! Then there are less for me to hit on my way to the Cities on Thursdays!! I cant believe how many dead deer I see on the side of the road from Highway 29 to 94 to 494. Last Thursday I counted 10 on the side of the road! Have fun and be safe!!! The weather is supposed to be great this week and the weekend!
People who fish for food, and sport be damned, are called pot-fishermen. The more expert ones are called crack pot-fishermen. All other fishermen are called crackpot fishermen. This is confusing. ~ Ed Zern, 1947