Got my deer. More later.
I will say this.
The land owner said "does only." He want to see if the buck around there will grow another year. Of course I obliged, as I wants to come back next year. But when you are forbidden to shoot bucks on a property, that guarantees that a big ol' 14 point Boone and Crocket barrel-chested MONSTER will come up to you in your stand and nuzzle up to you and lick your face for the salt in your sweat and tears. No matter how much you cuss.
Now I need to take my anti-biotics for the 3 stitches I collected in the course of the day. More on that later, too.
I'd say it's psychosomatic, but that's all in my head. - I don't know how medical personnel do it. After taking care of a sick roomie for a day or two, every physical sensation I get is filtered through the light...
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