December 1, 2006
Forty-five years later
My friend Al Milton was 13 when he killed his first whitetail, a 3-point buck that he shot while hunting on a farm in Craig County.
"One of the guys I was hunting with thought it was a doe," Milton remembered. "He was all tore up."
Milton was hunting just 100 yards from that spot the day after Thanksgiving when this monster showed up. There was no mistaking this buck for a doe.
"I've been waiting 45 years for this deer," he said.
Clearly, it was worth the wait.
The deer hunting season continues to lose steam in these parts. The steamy weather we've had this week hasn't helped. It feels like it's 90 degrees out there.
Weather aside, I still think most hunters have gotten their fill. Those who really had their mind set on killing a deer, or two, have gotten it done. The others were out there for the social aspects, and that scene is fading, too.
This is the first week since archery season opened that I haven't felt a burning desire to get out hunting.
But I am looking forward to a low key hunt with some friends planned for Saturday morning. It's supposed to be much cooler and I hope that gets the deer moving. But I still have to deal with that doe I shot last Saturday so I doubt I'll be too eager to put another one down. But we need to take a couple more does off the place, which won't be hunted for deer after Saturday, so if a good one shows up, I'll try to do my duty.
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