By JEFF LUND
For the Capital City Weekly
“Why’d you shoot the fork?”
“Don, there were so many horns I just chose a body.”
Thus, my first ever deer was a tall 2×2 rather than one of the three 4-point bucks that were in the same group. I saw horns and panicked.
I’m glad it worked out the way it did because if my first ever deer had been a 4-point, I would have had nowhere to go. You earn a 4-point, you don’t get one on day one.
I like having success proportional to time and effort, though it is nice to catch a break once in a while.
I have discussed my desire over the past month to find a hooting grouse and make it dinner but I was way too early in the season. Patience would bring mating season.
Now, it’s primetime and when I heard my first hoot of the spring, I gave chase.
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