Today is opening day of deer season for firearms. I got up at 5:30 this morning (am I crazy or what?) and went out in the cold(I don't know what the wind chill was but it was COLD) dark morning-as I've done for the past 15? years-it's been quite a few anyway. Daniel built me a wonderful deer stand on scaffolding, with sides and a roof, and I'm sure it's been a big part of my success. I have a picture of it somewhere, but couldn't find it. I'll put it up later if I run across it. He was such a wonderful husband, and could do so many things. He LOVED to hunt, and was good at it. I have to tell you the story of how I got my buck pictured below. If it wasn't for him, you wouldn't be seeing it. I was in my stand, it was late evening, when I heard something coming through the woods in front of me.(Usually you don't hear them, but this guy wasn't thinking or something). I was watching breathlessly, when the first thing I see is antlers coming up over the rise. He moves into sight and stops, and I shoot. He drops. I sit there trying to collect myself, and a few minutes? later, shakily start descending the ladder, when all of a
sudden, he jumps up and takes off!! I left my gun in the stand(a no-no), so got it, and went over to where he had been to pick up the blood trail. There really wasn't much of one, but I started following it as best I could. It took me over the fence onto the neighbor's property, and I followed it until it was just too dark to see anymore(it was close to dark when I shot him). I dropped a kleenex at the spot where I turned around, and walked back in. Daniel and some cousins,(Valerie might have been there too, as Daniel took her hunting with him that year)were standing in the field, close to the edge of the woods when I came in, and I, not very calmly, said that I had shot a nice buck but it had got away. After I had explained the situation, nothing doing but we all had to go after it. Armed with flashlights, I took them back to my kleenex and we spent probably an hour at least, looking, but the drops of blood were far apart and in the dark we lost the trail. My husband called into work the next morning and told them he wouldn't be into work for awhile as he was going to hunt for my deer. I went with him, but it was too discouraging for me, and after awhile I left and went back to my stand. He wouldn't give up, and after I'd been in my stand awhile, I can still see him coming through the woods and giving me a thumbs up that he'd found it. He called our neighbor and got permission for us to drive in and get it. OH, HOW I MISS HIM!!!! Such precious memories I have.
This morning I jumped one on my way in to my stand, and I saw another one later, that looked to be a small buck. There's a rule this year, that they have to have four points on my side before you can take them. He/she, was gone before I could get a good look through my scope. It's getting colder, and I'm getting older, so I don't think I'm going out again today.
My first Big buck

Taken a few years ago. Daniels is on the left, mines in the middle, and our son's on the right.

This is my second big buck, taken in 2005. Arthur was holding it up for me.