Flintlock season started here last Friday. Daylight found Big Hunter and I on opposite sides of a small valley, watching for deer. I stood the cold wind for about as long as I could (He had my spot, which is pretty well protected), then made a drive towards him.
Nothing came out, but as I got to his stand, we heard the neighbor shoot above us. In a few minutes, 5 ran down and stopped. I was out of this one, as brush obstructed my shot. I whispered to the boy, "Kill one of them" <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />.
At his shot, none fell. I was thinking well, so much for the morning hunt, when a very confused doe came crashing out of the brush. She never even saw me until she was 12 of 15 ft away. When she did see me she stopped a second, even more confounded.
Long story short, one shot through the neck cleared her mind of wordly matters. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" /> On gutting it, I found Big Hunter had connected, but him being him, the ball had busted the paunch. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/frown.gif" alt="" />
I still have one tag left. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />
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