Went out yesterday with Runfiverun, Love to Shoot, and Trystan (my husband). We hiked up and down draws all day long. We finally say forget it and hike back out get in the truck and come driving down a little canyon and Runfiverun looks up on the worst possible hill with about 8inches of snow coating it and sees a small buck standing broadside.
Trystan gets out and looks at the hill sighs because he knows none of us are sure this is a good idea, he brings it up and hits this deer square with his .308 westernfield. It takes off and he shot it again and it just drops.. it's about 6:00 and we have maybe an hour until dark.
So we start hiking, more or less, we more start slipping and sliding, we put on gloves and are grabbing at snow for a handhold (haha)
We finally get to the top of this hill after about half an hour of sledding and, Love to Shoot spots the deer by a tree.
Trystan pulls the stomach out and we grab it and start heading down the hill, which quickly turned into trying not to get run over by a dead deer sliding in tip of snow, at one point it turned into partially riding the deer down a hill, not on purpose.
We finally got it to the truck and got it loaded about ten to dark.
He didnt want to be in the picture
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