Share your deer story please
Mine goes like this, I am sitting on my deer stand south of the house. hear a truck stop,
door creek shut slooly, bam pause. bam bam what the heck. I hit the dirt, sounds close to me.
well I peak up, see this old man standing by the truck wet bibs on, shaking like a dog out of the water.
what the heck I ease up, Heck it's Herb _______known him all my life, what the heck is going on I ask,
well he sees this deer,shoots at same, then bam his hat flies off, then bam dirt in front of him flies up.
seems like some one else had snuck in and set up and he shoot at same deer in the other direction. He hit herb in the hat and in front of the truck. Now I am inbetwee both of the yahoos.
I did not deer hunt for 20 years after that. BE SAFE
Not my story but my uncles story.
Back several years ago just after the Corps purchased the land for Truman my uncle decided to go deer hunting. My grand parents owned alot of bottom and hill land just kind of south of the old town of Fair Field. One of my uncles also owned alot of hill land down in that area that joined my grand parents. Well my uncles land joined the Corps land and he decided to go down and deer hunt. He hunted most of the day without getting a deer. Walking back to his pickup he saw a group of hunters that had set up a camp on his land. So he decided he would drive up and check them out. Well the guys were kind of drunk and they only had one deer hung up. And they were really proud to show this very small deer off to my uncle. My uncle looked and the so called deer and it wasn't a deer at all!! The boys were so drunk that they had killed a coyote and field dressed it. My uncle didn't say anything to them. He got back in his pickup and drove straight home to Kansas City and never ever has been deer hunting again.
