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59* this mornin....wet...foggy....intermittent light rain. About 0830...two does and two fawns cut my 6 and headed west down the middle of the pasture. I picked the lead at my 9...after the lousy hot weather of wed, I squeezed off a near perfect shot...double lung...missed the heart but also missed both shoulders...so I considered it a plus...till I had to track it. It'd taken off when hit, straight into the thick..the trailing three split south. I herd mine crash after a few seconds so went to grab the truck. When I got back out... is when I realized how much fun it was gonna be to track over sopping wet ground...grass...leaves...trees...soaking wet.
I circled the hit zone for 10min w/o seeing the first sign...scanned 50' of wire...no go. Dog let me down for the second time...headed off to the south after the 3...till I called him back...he just sat by the truck and watched me cuss...he's getting old...don't move around good anymore. I've said it before a few years back but this might be his last. Ah well. back to the story...
I knew I hit her...so I went through the fence and headed to the creek....amazing how many white rocks show when everything is soaked. If she hadn't fallen with her belly toward my line I would have been much longer on the trail.
As hot as it's been, I sent this one to a processor. Splitting the whole thing in summer sausage and hot snack sticks.
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"Pain is weakness leaving your body."
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