Yesterday I got up early (before sunrise early) and went to the deer stand with my Dad. It was cold…frosty…we made our way on a well worn path to his deer stand by flashlight. It is a deluxe deer stand high in the trees with stairs, complete with movable windows and heat. It gets so cozy warm that you just want to go to sleep. I have not been hunting alone with my Dad since I was a teenager. My Dad likes hunting. I took my camera.
The sun came up and the watch began. We had some lunch, Dad told me some stories about his early working days when he left home at 16 years old and went to the shipyards in Berkley California with Bee and Hannah Kangas. I will write them down before I forget them and Dad is still around to answer my questions.
A nice buck walked in and Dad took a shot and missed. The deer made a quick u turn. The phone rang and it was my other baby brother asking “Did you get it?” His deer stand is not too far away. Dad said “No, I missed it.” Then Dad said “I cannot hear you.” My brother dropped his phone… BANG…my sister in law “she who sees robins first” shot the nice buck. Turned out to be an eight point buck. Shortly after that when Dad was all settled in again…I walked home. It was a nice day and the sun was finally out!
I came home had a piece of toast and finished sleeping. Later in the afternoon just before sunset we went for a ride. We saw a limping deer by the old Jack McGrane farm…and seven others along our route.
It was a nice day of deer hunting.
My other baby brother sat with Dad for a long time later on Saturday, Dad saw one more deer but couldn’t get a clear shot. So he will hunt again today.