Hunter&Huntress
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Well, this was the first hunt I've ever been on in a tent. It was a bit much for me!! Freezing cold eastern Montana days with bone-chilling wind. Then again, I had a great time. Jason and his dad made sure the wood stove was blazing and had me in the warmest sleeping bag, so I have to say they were hurting more than I was.
We went out the first morning, sat by a pond, and waited....and waited...and waited. Finally his dad got our attention, and this little muley was just waiting there staring at us. Of course, being a muley, and in the rut, he didn't move much. I shot as he started walking away. He took off behind a thick bunch of trees. Jason and I thought I missed (which I had been bragging I have NEVER done) but his dad was convinced I'd hit him, but not in a crucial spot. After walking around for about fifteen minutes, Jason and I turned to go back and look for any hair or anything, since we hadn't seen any blood whatsoever. As he turned around, he got my attention, and that little buck was on the ground. I didn't miss (perfect shot in fact!). Glad to still be able to say I don't miss! (Dad and Grandpa taught me well!!)
We went out the first morning, sat by a pond, and waited....and waited...and waited. Finally his dad got our attention, and this little muley was just waiting there staring at us. Of course, being a muley, and in the rut, he didn't move much. I shot as he started walking away. He took off behind a thick bunch of trees. Jason and I thought I missed (which I had been bragging I have NEVER done) but his dad was convinced I'd hit him, but not in a crucial spot. After walking around for about fifteen minutes, Jason and I turned to go back and look for any hair or anything, since we hadn't seen any blood whatsoever. As he turned around, he got my attention, and that little buck was on the ground. I didn't miss (perfect shot in fact!). Glad to still be able to say I don't miss! (Dad and Grandpa taught me well!!)