Chris and I had planned on going south to hunt my family land for a while. Well this season we got the chance to do it and boy did we do some hunting! We arrived at mothers house at almost daylight the first morning, so I dropped him off at a power line right-of-way, and I proceeded on to my little honey hole across the field. The morning hunt proved uneventful as I saw nothing and Chris only heard some.

That evening the clouds let loose with some heavy rain, and not to be had, Chris and I decided to take cover under a big oak tree under the power line. The big oak would provide some cover to the rain at least...and after all, we would still hunting.

At about 4:30pm two does stepped onto the power line about 100 yards out, and from my view point, I whispered to Chris to take the second doe, that's when Chris, said, "nah, I got a better shot at the first one".. well shortly after them words left his mouth, the Remington 700, 30-06 cracked and we had our first deer on the ground. A nice 120 pound doe. Taken cleanly and quickly. She still don't know what hit her.

By the time we had that doe cleaned, it was time for some supper and bed. We had been hunting nearly all day in the freezing rain, and needed some rest.

The next morning greeted us the same way as the previous had left us, raining and cold. We went to the security of the big oak again, and on the way up the powerline, two deer emerged. Since it was just getting daylight, all we could make out was silhoutte's of the deer, I borrowed Chris's rifle to make the shot, since my scope was fogged over. At 125 yards, the 165 grain bullet found it's mark and we had the second deer on the ground. A small buttonhead probably weighing in at about 80 pounds. We took that buttonhead back to the house, put him on a gamble and went back to the oak tree, it wasn't even good light yet, and with it still raining we figured we would stand a good chance to see another deer or two.

The local school bus roared by us at about 7:30AM and not long after that, a lonely doe stepped out into the powerline about 130 from us, Chris took careful aim, and squeezed off a round. The doe took off like a bat out of hell, and Chris began to cuss.."Damn, I pulled"..."I missed her clean as day"... I told him, we had better check, because to me, the doe looked to be wobbling when she took off. We walked out to where the doe was standing, and sure enough we found a nice blood trail. We the deer crossed the dirt driveway looked as if someone had pouring red paint on it.. blood was everywhere. With the rain coming down still we decided to trail her immediately. Good thing too, the blood let up about 10 feet into the pine thicket. Knowing a deer will take the path of least resistance while injured, we found the doe a short time later piled up in a briar patch. The reason the blood trail stopped so quick was, the bulley went in a little far back and the force of the deer jumping down a bank caused some intesting to plug the hole. After skinning the deer, we found that the bullet had taken out both lungs. Even though the deer ran about 100 yards, she was dead on her feet.

We didn't get any pictures of my deer for some reason. I think it was because Chris didn't want to share the spotlight...he says it was lack of film... but either way it was fun. In my uncle's words, "y'all shot'em like rabbits" I hope to repeat this hunt this year with Chris and another buddy of ours. It will be his first deer if he gets one, we can only hope the hunting Gods smile upon us once again...