I got all the details wrong about it when I mentioned it a couple days ago. I said he was bow hunting in South Dakota, but it was a rifle in North Dakota. He had his bow along, but didn't have a shot with it.
First things first, they set up camp at Froelich Dam. (Ladies, check out those guns. He's single, you know...)
Then they took time to "scope out" their blind.
Then it was time to settle down to a nice dinner of beans and vegetable beef soup on the gas burner. (Two guys sharing a tent after a dinner consisting mostly of beans? No way. BTDT. I'm surprised there were any deer within 5 miles of their camp.)
The crack of dawn rolled around, and Joel filled his tag on the very first day of the trip. Jeez! A North Dakota doe is the size of a Virginia 6-point buck!
It's Miller time!
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Congrats! I still remember my first...and being 'blooded.' For you who don't know, I had to take a bit of the liver when we field dressed him. All I can say is, I'm glad that ritual only happens with the first deer. Liver suz even when it's cooked.
Good one, regardless of how he got it, and yeah they have REAL deer out there, not big dogs...
Coffey - He wimped out and had the deer processed by someone else. I told him he has to do it himself at least once. It's on that list of "Things a guy should know how to do"
Old NFO - and I found out today he's going back out again...lucky little fucker
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