Most of the deer shot on our place are by kids. We have 3 partners, so it’s pretty easy to agree. Basically the next one you shoot should be bigger than the last one (for kids and inexperienced). The main rule is, once the deer is dead, he is dead. There’s no criticism, and lots of celebration. The lowest SOB on the planet is the club guy who looks at the basket 8 on the skinning shed floor and says “I passed him 4 times last week” in front of the proud killer.
Them that don't know him won't like him, and them that do sometimes won't know how to take him
He ain't wrong, he's just different, and his pride won't let him do things to make you think he's right
They don't put Championship rings on smooth hands
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