It will be remebered
This deer hunting season will probably be one of the most talked about between my son, my grandkids and I. It will beat out the season that Andy broke his thumb. The year that I shot an 8 point 200+ pound buck. Even the year I cut my thumb right down the middle. There is no doubt that this deer season will be remembered above the rest.
Gosh where to I begin to describe the season of 06. I guess I’ll start at the point of when our thoughts turned to the 06 season. The planning began way back at the end of last season. We had a pretty good idea of how we were going to set up for this season last fall. We pretty much set things up according to our plan and were ready earlier than any previos year. Than things begin to unravel for Andy and I just a bit.
It all started with my grandson in waiting. He decided to raise a little ruckus and turned things slightly on edge. You see he is not due to make an entrance until January and he decided to maybe come out a bit early. Sure I want him to be born early for tax reasons but two months early isn’t necessary. Due to grandson milling about Andy was not able to go hunting. That interrupted our 12 consecutive years of going out on the hunt together.
So there I was out on the hunt Saturday morning without my faithful companion. Kind of like the Lone Ranger without Tonto. Sure did miss the guy but hey its deer season and a guy has do what he can to satisfy his primal urges to hunt. A little while into the day what appeared to be a small doe came into my area. The heart starts pumping and it’s hard to find enough air to breath. Should I take her or wait for something bigger. This could possibly be the only one I see and who knows daughter in law might be having a baby soon. Better shoot. BANG. She is down. Whoops she is a he. Dang I shot a little buck, a doggone fawn from this year. Gosh it looked bigger. Well what is done is done. I put the tag on it and went back to my stand.
I came out of the woods for lunch and thought I would call home and see how Denise and the baby were doing. They decide to admit her to the hospital. That’s not what I wanted to hear. So you say it’s just precautionary. Oh great now my anxiety level is up a bit. Back to the woods I went with out my partner once again.
The afternoon was pretty slow. I only saw a few more small deer through the remainder of the day. I headed for home with just the little guy I shot in the morning.
There I was in my truck all alone and thoughts back on Andy and Denise back home. I was thinking about how Denise was doing. Than right before my eyes I see the head of doe flash before me. BANG. Damn I just hit a deer with my truck. I needed to check the damage to my truck so I pull over. As soon as I open the door the smell of antifreeze was quite clear. A few expletives were uttered and than a few more followed by yes a few more. Okay call Deb and let her know what’s going on and please call a tow truck. And yes if brother in law gets to the house without noticing that I am no longer following, have him come and get me. Never mind he noticed and came back.
While waiting for the tow truck we transfer all the stuff from my truck to his. It wasn’t too long before the truck got there and took care of business. Off to the house we headed.
Once at the house it was time to check in with my son. You say they might take her to Abbott because they have a better prenatal facility. Oh yeah it’s just precautionary. This is starting to scare me just a bit.
A bit later son calls. We are heading to Abbott and I am riding along. My wife says is that a siren I hear. Oh yeah that’s us, we a rushing. I say okay we will be coming home in the morning.
Now it is 8 days later and all is on a holding pattern. Denise is out of the hospital and doing fine. She is pretty much ordered to be resting as much as humanely possible. My truck is at the body shop and parts are on order, damage $5,000. I went hunting without my son again this past weekend and managed to shoot a buck that was of substance. Didn’t run into another deer but I did run over a rabbit. Crazy rabbit thought he could run 60 miles in front of me. The thump confirmed that the rabbit was wrong. Now that grandson has settled down, I am breathing a bit easier and so is everyone else.
Bruno as we call him will definitely here about this season often and he owes his dad $27.