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.
Thoughts on getting the house ready to sell - I'm getting Camp Borepatch ready to sell - the boys are getting their own swinging bachelor pad and Wolfgang and I would be rattling around in a big ol' em...
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