Hunting stories

            As with fisherman so are hunter’s all having favorite story’s they like tell. I don’t have many but my dad has a literal shit ton. His favorite of mine is the barely legal deer story.

            Two years ago my dad was out trolling just before dark not expecting to see anything. And as it just turn’s illegal hunting time he gets a call. It’s from a very angry man whom I will call Bub rub who needs my dad opinion on a deer his old man just shot. Dad pulls up to his house and see’s Bub rub in his driveway smoking a butt and drinking a bud light. Bub rub brings dad out back and sees a small deer laying in the bucket of a john deer. Proudly standing next was an old man who must have just shot it because he was still wearing all his gear. Bub rub looked and said “Do you see any horns on that thing Jeffery?”  At first glance dad see any but the old man pointed to a little bump on the deer’s head. So dad parted some of the deer’s fur and sure enough there were two little horn bumps. So dad said “yup those are horns but barely the warden may not be too happy but whatever.” To which the old man said “See Bub told you it was legal.” So they loaded the deer up in there truck kicked her in the ass and went to the nearest weighing station.

            My only good hunting story is the embarrassing heater hunting story. Two or so years ago I got a doe permit so we were looking for doe’s too. So Dad and I were out heater hunting and as we were cruising along I looked back and saw I doe sitting still in a field. So I hollered at dad and told him turn around so he did and we crept up to the field. I got my gun loaded and ready looked down the scope and realized it was a fake deer for archery practice.