Deer Tales: A Hunting Story of Four White Tails and Unexpected Encounters

I don’t know how many deer what, but I seen four tails. Now, it might have been some old, but I seen four. Four white tail come around him and he started shooting. I said, god, you know you killed the four point? Yeah. Do you remember me? You and Joe? No, we. Johnny was running that damn big. You know, that rib bone and that blue tip, they come straight on to you. You kill them both? Yeah, you shot one time, and I’ll run it back to my truck. Man, my damn book jumped up on my ass, boy. I shot at him one time. They’re late, they’re late. Tight. Then sometimes you holler them, they come out the hole. Hello, more. Scared the shit out of you. Well, hell, two of them. Yeah. You killed that one on that 16 seconds over there? Yeah, I shot a pan down. I just went to shoot. I shot that damn pan down until I just shot. Bam