Monday, November 8, 2010
Bambi
Sunday night i went deer hunting when i got off work. I got a text around 430 from Cory, a guy i hunt with saying he just shot a doe. After dark we all meet at the guy who owns the properties house and head out to find the deer. Cory says its probably about a hundred pound doe which is nice sized. we find where he shot her and his arrow is there covered in blood. we have a good blood trail and find the dog ... i mean deer after about 60 yards. My dad instantly starting laughing and giving him crap because of how small the deer was. I drug it out of the bottom of a sink hole without field dressing it after it was field dressed we threw it in the gator and went to the shed. The deer weighed a whopping 50 pounds tops. we have pictures of me holding the deer by the back legs off the ground with one hand. It was tiny Tonys dogs were bigger than the deer. I am suprised it didnt still have spots as small as it was
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
1 comment:
Thats a good story. It's happened to alot of people i have met. People think they hit a whopper and it turns out to be half the size. My favorites were always " It had to be at least an 8 or a 10 and it ends up being a small 6 or even a 4.
Post a Comment