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In my previous post {Honey, don't shoot!] I mentioned Fred. I had always assumed that he knew where the deer were In our area. Wrong. He called one evening and asked if I could help him find a deer. We had been very successful each year and it was well known in our small community. He was off duty until noon the next day. I agreed, picked him up about 45 minutes before sunrise. We drove to my favorite location. I told him to go up a trail and at the top of the ridge he would find a large fallen tree. I instructed him to get behind it and watch a trail coming up from the ravine that led to the ridge. I gave him about 20 minutes and then began going up that ravine and was not very quiet. I had my .50 caliber Great Plains rifle hoping to get a shot myself. But I had not gone 50 yards when I heard a single shot … then quiet. Fred was a good shot so I started directly toward his location. When I got there he had gutted the four point Mulie. So we carried it to my van and headed home.. there's more: When I picked him up his wife was making cinnamon rolls. Kiddingly I told her we would be back by 9:30 so have the rolls and coffee ready. She was in total disbelief when we came in and sat down at the kitchen table. Man, those were good cinnamon rolls. Polecat
