The Hunting Saga

Chris came home from deer camp with his back out. That was quite the adventure and I tease him that he just didn't want to drag his deer out or tear down camp!! Saturday morning he walked out to his little hill and valley he sits and shot a little dog deer. He bent over to get his bag and gun, straightened up and "crack." He couldn't walk, he couldn't move (picture the old lady on the floor "I've fallen and I can't get up!") Luckily, he had his phone. Luckily, they put up more cell phone towers so that his phone would work. Luckily, his cousin Bobby answered his luckily dialed phone call. As Bobby (the super hero) is making his way to rescue the injured Chris, he flags down a game warden who was nice enough to drive into the area that Chris was. I guess he was easy to find since he was the big orange spot laying in the field. He loaded Chris up and took him back to camp. While poor super hero Bobby had to field dress the dog deer and load it up and take it back to camp. Needless to say, Chris will never be able to live this one down. I mean, at least he could have hurt himself on some monster buck that he single handedly dragged out of the field for two miles all up hill! Instead he got this:



Now Chris is famous and they renamed the tragic hunting spot after him. So next time you visit Wilson Lake, check out the Pumpkin Patch right next to Brokeback Mountain!!

Chris is feeling better now and bounced back rather quickly this time. Which we are all happy about. He even went out back to hunt a couple times this last week and weekend. Didn't end up with anything (maybe a cold). No antlers this year. But he's going to go out during the second season and try and get some more meat for our freezer.

Amy (the loving wife of a hunter!)