Hunting Tale
It's that time of the year, again. The start of the hunting seasons. The husband is a bow hunter, for deer that is. Every year he has some tale to tell about one that got away. This year is no different. There are usually many over all the seasons he hunts in. The first one just happened last night. He had been up in his tree stand and off in the distance he saw a deer, but he forgot the binoculars so he could not tell what it was. Well, as it started to get to dark to see right he climbed down from his tree stand and headed for the four wheeler. Along the path he drove, he went by a kind of a low spot that was not suppose to have anything that was dark looking in it. He stopped trying to figure out what it was. He thought bear. So for some reason he decided to start growling at it. It didn't move. He starting waving his arms while he growled at it. It didn't move. He tried to get louder at the growling while he waved his arms. Suddenly it slowly moved. It was a buck. A h...