Tracking Kill on Rudolph
I recently finished our annual deer hunt with my two boys here in the People’s Republic of Minnesota. For those of you who can, I highly recommend hunting with your kids and exercise your second amendment right, pass on to your kids the joy of smelling gun powder, and put some food on the table while you’re at it. I cant’ think of a much better way to get some great father son/daughter time then spending a fall day with you kid in a target rich environment waiting to saddle up for a kill. We were a bit concerned about seeing a lot of deer because of the late harvest this year. There was still a lot of corn for those rascals to hide in. But after thinking we were going to get skunked, I woke up from a nap in my tree and decided to check six and had a tally on a nice 8 point buck. Raising my weapon to get my nose in lead (none required since he was giving me the RCA dog look), in plane, and knowing I was in range I squeezed off a round at about 100 yards. I was dumbfounded when my bandit unloaded for knots and took off like a scalded ape. How the hell did I miss? Oh well no time for that, now it was time to try and hit a moving target, and two shots later the bandit was accelerating out of range. I decided to call my number two son in the aux radio (cell phone) and let him know there was a bandit inbound heading for his cap. “Hey Mike, big buck heading your way that I just shot at.” He no sooner hung up when I started hearing what sounded like a two second burst from a M61A1 20mm Gatling gun. I waited a few minutes and called him back and asked what luck? His response was classic--”Well Dad, I didn’t miss!” Normally I don’t like my kid being a smart ass, but you gotta hand it to him I deserved that one. So I climbed down from my tree and got to Mikes deer so I could take my rash of crap for him out shooting me. After cleaning the animal, we took the required hero shot and all decided to move back to our caps. My brother-in-law walked about a hundred yards and stumbled on the buck I had shot at, so I guess I was not that bad a shot after all. Overall, a good time was had by all. That night we raised our glass to a successful hunt and I used the cleaner version of a classic fighter pilot toast” “Gun Powder and Women, live by one--die by the other, and love the smell of both!”
