Looking back, most of my best memories are when things were screwy. The time Crappie Luck shot a deer and it ran off a bluff and fell into the river, never to be seen again. The time I missed a Whopper 8 point with a rifle at 50 yards. The time I stalked up and shot a button with my cross bow, That time we half drowned riding 4 wheelers to hunt "after" the rain quit. Drinking coffee before work and running across the field in my PJ's to shoot a deer out in the big field. The time I dropped my boots out of the ladder stand and my socks froze to the rungs climbing down to get them, then stepping off barefoot into the briars to get my boots......
Riding 3 guys, 2 deer and 2 climbers on ONE 4 wheeler 4 miles from the back of a WMA through water most of the way only to find that one of the deer fell off a mile from the truck.
Compared to some of these shenanigans the big bucks I have shot are in the middle of the pack of favorite memories.
Riding 3 guys, 2 deer and 2 climbers on ONE 4 wheeler 4 miles from the back of a WMA through water most of the way only to find that one of the deer fell off a mile from the truck.
Compared to some of these shenanigans the big bucks I have shot are in the middle of the pack of favorite memories.