Well, the old-timer's made another go of it. I swear, every trip is an adventure. Some times, before it even starts. We were due to leave on November 16th. On Nov. 15th , I was on my way to work at 5:30 AM, driving along in the dark and a huge doe decided to run out in front of me. I killed the deer, but my truck took a hard hit. I got it to the body shop and really thought it was totaled. It is a 2006 F150 with over 200,000 miles. AND I didn't think I was carrying collision ins. My wife had us covered. The damage was $3095, and change.

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We left on the 16th driving my wife's truck. We had over 275 miles to go to our first stop. Drummondville, Canada. It was a snowy miserable drive. Roads not plowed. There was one last mountain before Derby Line Vermont. The last town in the US before the border. I had just mentioned to my wife how patient all the driver's were following me were. All of a sudden a white Ram truck decided he wasn't happy and started passing everyone. Then I saw an orange and black tractor trailer following him. Well, the Doge lost it and spun out. He was broad side in front of the T/T and got T-boned. Parts of the truck went everywhere. Because of the road conditions I just couldn't stop safely. We went to customs and told them. They were happy I didn't get involved.

The next day we headed to Mont-Joli and it was still snowing. The whole trip was a little over 600 miles. My top speed was 50mph.

We spend a couple days down time in Mont-Joli. We were scheduled to fly out on the 20th, but because of the conditions the plane couldn't fly. Consequently, we lost our first day of hunting.

We did fly on the 21st. Got our licenses and drove 90 more miles to camp. We couldn't believe it. There was over 30" of snow and STILL coming down.

Next morning we were out and on 4 wheelers. WAY too much snow to travel that way, especially for two old dubs like us, but we did it. Considering the conditions we saw allot of deer. I managed a nice 8 pointer.

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That was all the action for me on that day.

The next day, you guessed it. MORE snow, But even with the conditions. my wife caught a break right around lunch and the skies broke. She spotted this nice 8 and with one shot it was DRT


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Also on day 2 something happened to me that was a first. I wasn't so fortunate to have the same break in the weather my wife did. I was in a tree stand and saw a doe step into the edge of a clearing. I looked it over and said I would kill this and be done. I thought it over for a couple minutes and made the decision. What I didn't see was the skipper right behind her. I shot once. She was about 95 yards and it took me a full 45 minutes to walk through the snow to get to her. I shot her through the neck. The bullet went through her and hit the skipper in the right front shoulder. 2 dead deer with one shot. On Anticosti there is a "group" hunt where everyone in the party signs a form allowing no empty tags. We were back at the camp tagged out by 3PM.


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A nice ending to the trip was a stop at my son's butcher shop where he and my wonderful granddaughter cut up our four deer for us.

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