More of the hunt

More buddies, from the old gang in Westlake, showed up Thursday night, Bryan and Mike. These two guys are talented in many ways. During the next couple of days they manged to jump deer everyday, either by entering or exiting the woods. In the evening the two pulled out their guitars and provided good entertainment with the music and singing. Bryan attempted to get me to sing along and I did try. I became convinced the frogs are the only ones to appreciate my warbling voice. Suffering with self-conscious embarrassment, I soon quit. I do have a shy side and have also been known to be afflicted with stage fright.

The highlight of Mike's hunt occurred when he startled and jumped up a huge buck lying on his side of a thicket. He got a glimpse of it as the monster buck bounded to the opposite side of the thicket and stopped, out of his sight, to present a standing-broadside shot to a young woman, around fifteen years old. The excited youngster quickly lifted her big black powder rifle, aimed and fired. She missed, but she was left with a memory to last her a lifetime.

Two noteworthy events happened to Bryan in the woods. One happened the first morning we hunted together in a massive thicket. We were only a hundred yards or so apart from one another, perched up in our respective trees. He was half asleep, still suffering from his sleep deprived night, when I shot. The unexpected resulting loud sound and percussion nearly sent him leaping out of his stand! The second highlight occurred for Bryan during the hunt of the final evening. Again, he was up in his tree, hunting over several big scrapes and rubs and heard a loud crashing noise advancing his way, through the woods. He turned to prepare himself to see what was the cause of the sound,expecting to see a deer. He was caught by surprise when, moments later, not one, but five deer came bounding by. He raised the rifle to take a shot. He yelled at them to stop. They increased their horsepower instead and quickly disappeared from sight.