I went out yesterday evening, completely oblivious to the temperature and ignoring the weatherman's warnings. With my pocket's full of handwarmer, and only one glove, (I found out later), I climbed into the stand at about 2:45. At 4:15 a little eight pointer that I've been watching all season snuck by without a clue I was there. At 4:24 two deer came sneaking up the creek and into my shooting lane. The shot was at about a whopping 5 yards. The arrow hit high and buried to the Fletch. I watched the deer run up the hill and heard the deer go down. Without much of a bloodtrail, I just walked back and forth until I saw her laying under a hedge tree. As I write this, there is a roast from last night's harvest cooking in the crockpot smothered with cream of mushroom, and onion soup mix. I can't wait. Bob Lee Hunter Curve 55@29, Zwickey Eskimo 4Bld. Tripper

nice , congrats  

Mmmmmmmmmm, Sounds goo to me!! Congrads man.
                               Hillbilly

Great job Tripper!  Those close downhill shots are tough for me.  I always tend to shoot high as well.  Sounds like she was down quick.  

That roast recipe sounds good.

Congrats

Good deal!

congrats man...that roast comment is makin me hungry

congrats

Good job!!

Can I come over for dinner?  

You can't buy food this good. Can you smell it?

Nice!  

Tripper, you dun good pilgrim........Shick

Congrats  

Let's eat!  Congrats!    

cool !!!      

Terrific! Congratulations!

That's Awesome!! Congratulations! Cooked right and slow those tenderloins are SOOOOOOOOOO good.