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I shot a doe last weekend with the Triumph, but that wasn't the highlight. I took my grandfather "who is 84" out for a morning hunt. He has 10 acres about 40 minutes from town. We made it over to a rainy day, so we decided to sit in the truck for the morning. He hasn't had anyone go hunting with him this year. During rifle season, he went over one afternoon alone, and didn't see anything. If he had shot something and not been able to contact someone, he might not have been able to load it up.. So I took him out with the smokepole.
We parked the truck sideways faceing downhill on a 150yd clearing. 45 minutes later it was shooting light, fifteen minutes after that a button buck steps out. My grandfather is a meat hunter. So this was his chance, a 100yd quartering to shot. He squeezed the trigger and... Bang Flop. We started up the truck and drove down the hill to the deer. I loaded it in the truck, and we headed downhill and pulled a sassafras tree and got the roots for some tea. I then drove us to the top of the hill and hung the deer from a tree and gutted it. We then headed out and drove around the land he use to own in that area.
The conversations we had that day brought back many memories from my childhood on the farm. I lost my father this last year to cancer, so my grandfather filled me in with a few stories concerning him. I hope this will not be the last deer he ever kills, but if it is I'm glad I took him out. If it's not the last deer he kills, I know I'll be the one to take him out for that to. This was the best hunt I've had since the last time I hunted with my father, and I never even touched a trigger.
We parked the truck sideways faceing downhill on a 150yd clearing. 45 minutes later it was shooting light, fifteen minutes after that a button buck steps out. My grandfather is a meat hunter. So this was his chance, a 100yd quartering to shot. He squeezed the trigger and... Bang Flop. We started up the truck and drove down the hill to the deer. I loaded it in the truck, and we headed downhill and pulled a sassafras tree and got the roots for some tea. I then drove us to the top of the hill and hung the deer from a tree and gutted it. We then headed out and drove around the land he use to own in that area.
The conversations we had that day brought back many memories from my childhood on the farm. I lost my father this last year to cancer, so my grandfather filled me in with a few stories concerning him. I hope this will not be the last deer he ever kills, but if it is I'm glad I took him out. If it's not the last deer he kills, I know I'll be the one to take him out for that to. This was the best hunt I've had since the last time I hunted with my father, and I never even touched a trigger.
