Man those are beautiful animals! That's a really nice one. Congrats!
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Mitch just THINKS he likes to hunt more than anybody else. If I shoot one before he does, then that means he likes to hunt more than I do. If I hold out til he shoots, then that means I like to hunt more than he does. I may just wait until the last minute of the last day. LOL
Actually, I told him the first time we met that I'd probably be the last one to shoot and I'd shoot him in the worst place he could be, the farthest from camp. It may hold true.
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OK, where was I. Oh yeah, I was perched up in a tree. As the evening got later, the axis started coming in all in my chum. I didn't realize the one on the left was the big one or I'd have been bow in hand ready to shoot.
I had these already in, including the big one to my left from the other post. I also had one roaring by the windmill. It was getting interesting. The first one is very puny for this ranch and probably needs a dirt nap. The others are up and comers.
I was having a great hunt, then it happened. It started small, but it worried me from the beginning. I couldn't do anything to help. I tried to slowly reach for my Gatorade, but it was too late. A very small piece of phlegm was teeter-toting on my trachea. I was desparate to make it go the esophagus way and not down the pipe. I just couldn't help it. I can stop a sneeze, but haven't figured out how to suppress a cough. Some ahems and other slightly noisey methods to clear the throat and chest didn't help. All Hades broke loose. What started as a couple light coughs that didn't alarm anything turned into a vein busting hackfest. Stuff went everywhere. The whitetails and a couple of the smaller bucks came back in, but not the big one. Crud. So ended day one.
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