I don’t remember what I was doing the other day but someone pulled up and the dogs were barking. A very excited Betty was asking for help to pack a deer out that she had just shot. She had a tag and had been trying for a few days. Bam! this one made a mistake and showed himself just before the fog rolled in which would have hidden him and just before they were going home. One of those moments when it all came together.
Nobody else was here. Dale was at the gym and the other guys had gone to town. It was me. I rode with them down the canyon as far as the truck could get. Walt took a stick that he cut from the brush pile.
When I saw the deer I thought I would be sick. His tongue was kinda hanging out. Betty chatted about how he was really running. His neck was thick, in full rut she said. At first she estimated him to be 150lbs. Then 175 and then he must have been 200lbs and the three of us carried him to the truck. I was wondering how we were going to get him up into the truck. Then the Tommy lift was activated and we got him in, no sweat.
So please don’t look at this photo if you are squeamish. Betty, what a gal! is cutting him up into steaks.
