Many moons ago, when NC had a cold winter every now and then, a friend from work had taken off to the mountains for a few days hunting, leaving his wife at home with the kids. Every year, she bugged and pestered him to take her hunting and he said no because that was HIS time. This year was no different. She wanted to kill a deer, he said no. Two days into his hunt, I got a call from her. She needed help bad. I was kind of skeptical about going over until she explained. It was just before dark and she came in from work with the kids and groceries. There was a deer in the back yard. She got the kids and groceries out and went in the house. She went back out to see if it was still there, and it was. She went back in the house and got the first gun she founds which was a 30.06, went back out and dropped it in its' tracks. I went over, field dressed it and hung it as high as I could in a big maple tree. Here husband came in the next day bragging about the big six pointer he shot, and she told him to go look in the tree. There hung one of the prettiest 11 pointers I have seen to date. He didn't believe she shot it until he saw the bruise on her shoulder. Fellers, if she wants to go, take her with you, or you may never live it down. I have a habit of reminding him about everytime I am over there.
