Need more diary stories. In a different camp with Dad and Uncle Herman before I was hatched.
Dad had a brand new pre 64 Model 70 and shoots a Deer with it. Unc really likes it and asks if he can use it the next day. No problem.
Unc takes it out a shoots another Deer. Delima was he forgot his drag rope. Necessity sits in and he uses the sling to drag the Deer. Delima number two was carrying the rifle. Solution: Stick the rifle in the Deers belly and make it back to camp.
Later on that evening Dad asks where is his rifle and Unc gets a [bleep] look on his face and goes outside. It is still in the Deers belly all frozen over with blood, fat and knowing how Unc gutted his Deer, probable a turd or two. He also dinged the barrel on a rock.
They remained the best of friends and hunted together until the end.
Last edited by battue; 03/29/14.
