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With taking nine hours this past semester, working fifty plus hours a week, and keeping up a house and a fish camp, I have had next to no time to get in the woods. Well, the semester ended week before last and last week I managed a couple days off with no obligations; I grabbed my little Marlin and headed out. As an added bonus, it was antlerless deer season last week. I felt pretty confident about getting something to make sausage out of. The first day was a bust, nothing. However, I saw plenty of small game and was debating about swapping the .35 for my .22 or .410 for the next day. I passed on that idea and decided to try for a deer again. I had only been on the stand a couple of hours when I heard a bit of commotion coming down the hill to the northwest of my stand. I turned to see three does bounding down the hill. Something had spooked them and they were hauling ass. I threw up my rifle and followed the first one, waiting until she passed through the cleared shooting lane about sixty yards to my left. She leaped across it instead of running, and totally screwed my shot up. Just the other side of the lane it was too thick for a clear shot, so I quickly shifted back to the second doe that had not cleared the lane yet. She stayed on the ground and when I saw her clearly, I let out a whistle, she stumbled just for just a second, but long enough to be sure I had the cross-hairs on her. The rifle report echoed through the pines and she folded, tried to get up, and fell again for good. I sat there a minute, making sure she was down. Knock on wood, every time I have hit one with that little .35 Remington, they go down within twenty yards. I climbed down, and approached her, but to my disappointment, I noticed something about the little doe. Can you figure it out?
Oh well, the hams and shoulders are at the smokehouse, the tenderloins and part of one of the backstraps are in the fridge marinating, waiting for the grill, they will be supper tonight. Should be mighty tender and tasty. Although legal, if had noticed I probably would have passed on that shot and went for the deer behind this one.
Oh well, the hams and shoulders are at the smokehouse, the tenderloins and part of one of the backstraps are in the fridge marinating, waiting for the grill, they will be supper tonight. Should be mighty tender and tasty. Although legal, if had noticed I probably would have passed on that shot and went for the deer behind this one.