What do you get when you have an eleven-year-old boy, a gun and a large deer? Excitement, sometimes more than you want.
My son eats, dreams and talks nothing but hunting. But, up until last year, he really didn't have much to talk about. Oh, he'd killed his occasional rabbit and squirrel, but not the dream. Not the big buck.
The day started out slow, my husband and J, yes J is his legal name,got up before daylight, making sure they woke me before they left. An eleven year old boy can make more noise than a jackhammer.
They had loaded up the beagles and headed to the deer camp, stopping just long enough for my husband to get a cup of coffee and to let everyone know he was releasing his dogs.
He let J out at his stand and drove down the road just a little ways to release the dogs. The dogs had a few good runs but none of the deer came by J. After about an hour John, J's dad, came to get his help gathering up the dogs.
He parked his truck where he had released the dogs and with J, took off down the lane calling for them. All of them came running except for two, so John told J to take the dogs back to the truck and load them.
J quickly had the dogs loaded and was heading back down the lane to help his dad when... Now, this is where it becomes the deer story of the century. Picture this in your mind if you will. J and a very startled deer, face to face. That's what happened. As J was walking down the lane the deer was slipping up the lane. It was a very nice 5, 6, 8, 10-point deer. The horns keep growing with each telling. Actually it was a nice 6 point.
J, using all his hunting knowledge, threw up his gun and pulled the trigger. Of course nothing happened as he forgot that his rifle had no bullets. You know, the first rule is to unload gun before climbing down the deer stand. Quickly he grabbed a bullet from his pocket and jammed it into his rifle. Meanwhile, this large animal stood in the middle of the lane and watched.
J hurried and put the gun back up to his shoulder and pulled the trigger. Again nothing happened. He forgot the safety. Rule two, even though gun has no bullet, gun must still be on safety until ready to fire gun. By now J is almost in tears. The deer must have decided that the little animal was harmless, because he slowly turned and began walking back down the lane.
J, thinking that the deer was getting away finally released the safety on his rifle and not even putting the gun to his shoulder fired. Making what others at the camp said was a perfect kill.
His dad, hearing the gunshot in the area of his truck, turned and began running. All he could think of was that someone was shooting way too close to his truck. Imagine his surprise when he found his son crying and sitting by a large deer.
J, after picking himself up from the backlash of the rifle, had run to the deer. Seeing that the deer was dead, he fell to his knees and began to cry.
His dad, thinking he might have been hurt, ran over to him and picked him up. He kept asking him over and over if he was hurt.
J, unable to speak because his dad had his wind cut off from his hug, could only shake his head no.
His dad, finally realizing he wasn't hurt, released him and asked why he was crying.
That's when my tender-hearted, sweet and loving little boy looked up at his dad and said, " I thought it had more points than that."
Anyway, that's the deer hunt of the century. Believe me, I know it by heart. I hear it even in my dreams. The big one that didn't get away.
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