Weekend Work

Friday night I sat in a stand that I knew had activity on it. Started the evening with a spike coming in and sniffing around. He wandered all the way down to the stand, considered pulling the knife out and Ramboin’ him but it was too early to go to the ER.

About the time that one left a nice young 6 came in, heavy mass in the horns just wasn’t a big deer and was about 12" wide. He made a scrape by the feeder and fiddled around for a while.

As soon as the 6 left, a 4 walked out and pissed in the scrape the 6 had made. He milled around a while, wandered off and the next thing I know he’s under the stand. I counted coup on his ass by putting the Grizzly LC Wintergreen stamp on his back. Dumbass never reacted.

Snuck out of the stand late.

Saturday morning I snuck back into the same stand, knowing that was a hot area of the club. At 7:10 or so I was glassing when I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. Next thing I see is this fellow 40yds head down from the stand. Got switched around since he was on my offhand and I was already standing. As I put the Trijicon on him, he had looked up and was in launch mode when I sent the 150grn BT in his boiler room. He’s tearing off through the cutover and I know he’s hit. I heard him crash out there but didn’t see where. Let it settle for 20-30 minutes before I got down to got look. Not a drop of blood anywhere. I knew I’d popped him though by the way he was running. I started gridding off the cutover and working back and forth. About 200yds in I decided to double back and start over. I had the phone in my hand to call my wife and have her meet me in Georgetown with Ida when I looked at what almost looked like an ant mound. Went over to it and there he laid. Not a speck of blood anywhere.

The bullet entered at the rear of his shoulder and transversed the body, exiting on the opposite side in a quarter size hole that plugged up with gut. Pulled him into the gator and a (**() bucket full of blood came out.

He ain’t bad, I’ve shot 3 8

awesome… getting a blind ready for my 5.5 yr old… He is anxious

" It is what it is".

Congrats on the deer and thanks for the laugh on that last story! That was hilarious! Youngsters can definitely be a handful in a tree stand, but making memories is what it’s all about.

Billy
USCG Licensed Captain
—Team Pitt Crew–
Sailfish 236CC
F225 Yamaha

Two at a time - You are Brave. I was somehow lucky when mine where young to get them out one at a time . Dispite their early age errors, they are showing ME up so far this year , each with nice 8 pts. Great story, soon they will show you up - just wait for that Smile !!

Good stuff. My 12 and 14 year old boys still can’t keep quiet when they are around each other. Thanks for sharing.

Great read, Mark…wish I could rewind and go through all of that with my son again. 20 years old and in college…you will be there sooner than you think. Enjoy it!

NN

07, 23 Key West, Twin 115 Yammys

“Coastal Bound”

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Lol!! Thats great!!

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