Monday morning November 27, 2001...
Scott got his buck.
Scott got his deer in the woods behind our house.
It has always been the tradition that the "guys" went hunting
there since Scott was old enough to hunt. They go out early, of
course always anticipating seeing the "big" buck.
They (Scott and his Dad) have been pretty lucky with getting their deer.
Scott's deer this year has been the biggest that either of them have
I stay in and cook "chili" or home made soup for the guys when they
come in for lunch. They usually come in around 11:00 or 11:30 a.m.,
pretty cold. This year it wasn't that cold, and there was no
snow. I looked out the window after hearing a shot, and just kept
checking as usual. Then...I saw Scott...he looked like he was dragging
something. I went out on the deck and hollered and sure enough
he had a "big" one. Always excited about getting their deer,
but always with a hint of sadness that we wouldn't see the
deer running anymore.
He is an 8 point buck...a real trophy.
Scott used his Grandpa's gun to get this majestic animal.
His Grandpa gave it to him before he went to heaven.