| AS SUNDAY, THE LAST DAY FOR THE 2003 SHOT GUN SEASON APPROACHED. I HAD ALREADY DECIDED NOT TO GO. AS THE MORING CAME I AWOKE TO THE SOUNDS OF MY YOUNG DAUGHTER. AFTER GIVING HER THE TIME SHE DEMANDED. THE DECISION TO TAKE AVANTAGE OF THE DAY WAS MADE. AS I BEGAN MY HUNT, AHEAVY FOG COVERED THE AREA CAUSING THE DARKNESS TO LINGER. EDGING FROM THE COVER SEVERAL DOES EMERGED, BRINGING ONE OF THE LARGEST BUCKS I HAD EVER SEEN. AS HE MOVED INTO RANGE, I TOOK THE SHOT. AT THE SOUND OF THE SHOT GUN HE DISAPPEARED IN TO FOG. WAITING 30 MINIUTES I BEGAN MY CLIMB DOWN, HOPING TO FIND A BLOOD TRAIL. FINDING A TRAIL I TRACKED THE DEER A SHORT DISTANCE, THERE HE WAS, DOWN. I ADVANCED FOR A CLOSER LOOK. TAKING HOLD OF THE ANTLERS, AND COUNTING THE POINTS, I COULD HARDLY BELIVE IT. WHAT A MAGHIFISCENT ANIMAL. |
