Our hunt didn't start on a high note. It was spitting rain on the 1st. day and I managed to fall on my back on the deck stairs. Fortunately, no serious damage but just a little sore. To make a long story short, between the wolves pushing the deer all over the place and the lousy weather, we were getting pretty discouraged. I saw a couple of deer but either I couldn't get a clean shot or it was too young. So, there we were on the last Saturday of our hunt. The original forecast had been rain all day but the forecast changed almost twice a day and the final forecast for that Saturday was a clear morning and rain in the afternoon so we decided to take one last kick at the cat. I had a doe tag and my buddy had a buck tag. Around 10:00, I hear a shot from my buddy's area. My heart is going pit-a-pat and I'm waiting for a chirp from the radio. Sure enough, my buddy calls and tells me he shot at a deer so I pack up and head his way. He ground guides me via radio when I get to his overwatch and I see the body of a deer and it's done like dinner. From where he shot it, about 60-70 yds., it went about 10 yds. and died from a clean heart shot. It's now all cut, wrapped, and in the freezer. I've also had to accept the hard reality that the idea of solo hunting is done for good. I was huffing and puffing like a steam engine, helping my buddy lug out that carcass. Mind you, I hit 75 this year. Still, good food, good company, a nice burst of scotch on occasion and some very nice beer made the 2 weeks a delight. The cake is the hunt but getting a deer is the icing on the cake.


















































