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I remember many years ago sleeping in late as I was tired from the previous days out deer hunting. I was eating some breakfast and a nice buck walk by outside the cabin. So I shot him from the kitchen table. Everyone else had gone out hunting and they all came back empty handed. They were totally surprised with that. I have known guys shooting deer from their front porch before too.
I‘m pretty sure I’ve told this story before so if I‘ve told it here, tough luck. The older I get the more I ramble. (and the more I repeat myself.)
Years ago, I was in my twenties and we had little kids at home… my wife woke me one fine winters morning to tell me there were Elk on her haystack. (I grew it and baled it, and the elk made claims against it every winter but she was an endurance racer and trainer and somehow they became “her” haystacks.) At any rate, DOW issued depredation tags for folks in our situation and she knew I had a pocketful. “Shoot them!” She directed. So I stumbled over to the rack and took down my 99 Savage. Quietly opened the window, slid the rifle out and resting on the sill I drew a bead on what I took to be the lead cow and dropped her. They began to mill around like they will when they’re caught in the open and not sure what or where the problem is. I shot and dropped 3 more and then stopped. “Why did you stop shooting?! There are more out there!” My lovely bride… Told her, “I have four on the ground and I haven’t even put on my pants. I have work to do.” Dad was still alive and he, my Uncle and my brother came over to help with the cows. We had a cooler then so three were gutted and hung and my brother and I butchered the youngest one that morning, tenderloins and eggs for breakfast. Don’t believe there’s anything finer. Those were some grand times.