A shed
The weather stations were all stating freezing rain. Bob and I eventually entered the woods around noon to pursue the white-tail. I was walking along preparing to walk through a pine grove when I glanced down and was surprised to see a “shed” antler. Hunters seem to admire these trophies and instinctively horde them.
I chased deer around for a time, but failed to move any past Bob. We edged along a field discussing that deer should be moving and feeding when I touched Bob, whispering…deer!
The body of a deer was feeding over a swell in the field. The deer was approximately 40 yards. Bob squatted and gazed through 2 feet high crabgrass. The shot missed! I heard a crack in the tree line. I trailed the deer over several hundred yards just to positive the miss call was accurate. It was!
Later, I walked around an old foundation site. I must be getting old. I have faint memories of being in the old house in my youth. The house, even then, had long ago been abandoned . Today, all that is present is the stone foundation and some old rusted farm machinery.
Old foundation stones
Bob became tired and we called the hunt off after two and a half hours. Bob does great for being 76 years old.
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