Today was one of our favorite '052 holidays... Opening Day of Deer Season... This year I decided to sit in a new spot (aka Bill's old spot) so we went trekking out to the woods before light (way before I normally crawl out of bed) and almost as soon as I was setteled into my stand I heard a noise...
I look up and its still dark so I can't see anything but I can hear rustling in the leaves... then here it comes... a big, fat, huge racoon... he must have thought we could sit in the stand together so he started to climb up my tree... I decided there was not room in that tree for both of us and since I wasn't getting down he was. After silently shaking my gun and waving my hand at him he finally noticed he wasn't alone in the tree and off he went. The leaves were so loud that he was making a lot of noise scurrying away and before I know it, Hello! Mr. Bucky standing in front of me. I couldn't tell exactly how big he was but I decided I better not consider it too long and let him run away. About 20 minutes after I shot Mr. Bucky I hear more leaf rustling - thinking my raccon may be coming back I look up to see another deer. At first I thought it was a doe, but no, it was Mr. Bucky 2 ...I think both deer were dead before 8:00 a.m. and it seemed like an eternity before I could get down and check out my deer.
Trevor and Bobby also had good luck (minuis the racoons) and we came home with a gator full of bucks.. Trevor wins the award for most points so far...
