I know, right??
If I was any prouder I'd be sinning. I'm borderline as we speak.
It was the perfect kill. He all but ran right up to me and begged me to shoot him.
I was sitting with my back against a tree when he ran up and stopped about fifty yards away. I got him in my scope and only shot one bullet to take him down. Bad part was, he didn't drop immediately. We had to track blood for about 500 yards into the woods. Oh yeah... and I gut shot him. Oops.
We just got done cutting up the meat today. He'll be good eatin' this winter.
I need to learn how to make a good venison stew.
