I was cooking dinner last night when a neighbor called to ask if their
granddaughter could trail a deer she arrowed on to our property just
before dark.
Of course.
I went out with headlamp,
flashlights and toilet paper and found them in the gathering darkness.
Deer was hit and the arrow recovered after almost a
quarter mile of tracking and a dwindling blood trail. Typical.
Monday, October 26, 2015
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