I'm not exactly sure, but If I had to guess who blew this up to poster size, I would say it was my grandmother. I was thirteen and this was my first deer hunt. I had been sitting in a dozier pile of trees and dirt for only a few hours when I saw this deer come prancing down a hillside.
I shot it twice. My grandfather thought I had missed because he heard the second shot, I just wanted to make sure it was dead.The first shot was through the lungs. I was nervous and excited.
I called my dad, he dropped whatever he was doing, drove all the way from Nashville (at least 45 min.) just to see what I had shot. I think he was proud. Though it is not a traditional specimen (irregular rack) the sun bleached head of this deer still hangs from my grandfather's chimney.
I have only killed one deer since. I think it was in the same year.
I have intended to hunt again but I have not made the time to do it. I'm not sure why.
