The Buck

Well, there it is - Jeremy got his buck last weekend. It's a eight-point buck and it was pretty freaking big! This last week was muzzle loader season.

Jeremy Jam was with us and he was in a stand to the west of me, with J in a stand to the east of me. The weather was nasty and freezing raining on us. Didn't see a single deer all morning and was just about ready to give it up for the day when this great big thing comes sprinting through the field in front of me. He ran the 1/2 mile or so through the field to pause in front of Jeremy Jam's stand (but was obscured by a tree so he couldn't get a shot off), then ran by me and paused (but I couldn't get my stupid glove covered thumb between the hammer and the scope to pull the hammer back - I was so frustrated) for just a couple of seconds and ran over to J. .. where he stopped running and started walking into the woods.

Our radios weren't working so I couldn't warn him that it was on the way. I just stood there watching and listening - praying he'd get a shot at it. Finally I heard J shoot. I was so excited for him, but knew I shouldn't get down and run over there in case it wasn't dead yet - I didn't want to spook it. But after just a few minutes (that felt like an hour), I saw J's blaze orange vest moving through the woods. So I climbed down and ran over - he'd dropped it immediately. It was almost as exciting as if I'd taken him myself. Almost.

For those of you keeping score (not that I am...): Jeremy - 3; Heather - 0. This weekend is the bonus doe weekend. I'm going to try again - wish me luck.