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First the duck Gods, and now the deer Gods. Sometimes, it is those days that we don't want to get out of bed that turn out to be the best. Same thing happened to me the Friday after Thanksgiving, but I was goose hunting. Went with my dad and brother, and hadn't hunted with my brother in like 6 years so I felt some pressure to get him some birds. At first, things were slow, but around 8:00 the birds started moving in the rain and by 9:30 we had each gotten our 2 birds limit after some poor shooting on our part. I had the birds working well and my brother was excited. I could see him looking at the birds in the bling and trying to follow them and figure out when to call the shot. At one point he said to me, "Fabs (obviously he used my real name), they are all over the place. I don't know what to do." It turned out to be an awesome day on a day when I didn't want to get out of bed. Then, when we were back at my house breasting the birds, he went inside and talked to my mother in-law. He told her, "I must have done well today because Fabs didn't yell at me at all." Little does he know that 6 years later, after having 2 kids, I find there to be no reason to yell at anybody about hunting.
Congrats on the buck. Me, I am passing on deer hunting this year. The last time I went, about 4 or 5 years ago, I killed 8 deer by 9:00 in the morning. Just haven't had time to go since then.
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The pond, waterfowl, and yellow labs...it don't get any better.
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12-12-2010, 04:52 PM
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