Bernie Brewer
Grouchy Old Fart
I'm not talking about the deer itself- hell, I wouldn't have shot it at all if I had seen the tiny little horn.
I'm talking about the big smile on my son's face. This year was the first that he was able to go hunting with me (he's nine). He was a trooper- he stuck it out all day on Saturday with his feet sopping wet and half frozen. Then on Sunday we were walking out and ready to hang it up for the day and this deer jumped out in front of us on a suicide mission. He was hooked! He wants that tiny little horn for his room, and he can't wait to go again!
Life is good.
I'm talking about the big smile on my son's face. This year was the first that he was able to go hunting with me (he's nine). He was a trooper- he stuck it out all day on Saturday with his feet sopping wet and half frozen. Then on Sunday we were walking out and ready to hang it up for the day and this deer jumped out in front of us on a suicide mission. He was hooked! He wants that tiny little horn for his room, and he can't wait to go again!
Life is good.