Hayden didn’t get a clean kill. He was shaken, but had to put the four point buck down. Afterward we went and got Mr. Mike, gutted the deer and then dragged the majestic creature back to cabin.
After stowing the deer in the trunk, just a tad pried open, we packed away our things. On the way to Thanksgiving dinner at the aunt-in-laws place we stopped by a bar in-between Redgranite and Eureka to claim the deer.
Next year I’ll need to get a license. I’d rather get meat through effort and sacrifice, however small that might be.