So on my way home from hunting tonight I turned onto a busier road, though still rural, and saw the truck in front of me blast a deer. They put on their four ways and stopped, I did the same in front of them. Checked and the lady and truck were fine. I ended up dragging it (button buck) off the road and waited with her til her husband and son showed up to decide they wanted to collect it.
I didn't really want it, it was tiny and was missing its ass....but damn those backstraps were RIGHT IN MY HANDS! I had my knife on my belt and everything....oh well....dang.
The things you think about standing on the side of the road with a lady you don't know and a dead deer:
"I wonder how I can make it look like I shot this?"
"Would a Muzzy tear a deer's ass off? Yea, yea I think it would"
"Where is a bag of fuggin cheetoes when you need them for a photo op!?!?!"
So since I didn't have a bag of our favorite crunchy cheese chips, I'll make a poll in TF's honor.
Capt
I didn't really want it, it was tiny and was missing its ass....but damn those backstraps were RIGHT IN MY HANDS! I had my knife on my belt and everything....oh well....dang.
The things you think about standing on the side of the road with a lady you don't know and a dead deer:
"I wonder how I can make it look like I shot this?"
"Would a Muzzy tear a deer's ass off? Yea, yea I think it would"
"Where is a bag of fuggin cheetoes when you need them for a photo op!?!?!"
So since I didn't have a bag of our favorite crunchy cheese chips, I'll make a poll in TF's honor.
Capt