Stupid luck in Kentucky
It was 1987 and I was a newly promoted specialist in the Army stationed at Fort Campbell in KY. it was a pleasant but brisk morning when my friend Paul and I decided to tromp the wood line in the back 40, where many times we had seen deer bedding down or feeding. Today, we had seen NOTHING! for three hours we walked and stalked to no avail. disheartend we turned back ready to call it a day. I stopped to retie my boots as Paul walked ahead about twenty yards. Suddenly a prong horn darted from the woodline directly between us and Stopped. We couldn't shoot for the risk of hitting each other and neither could we move for fear of spooking it. Paul slowly lifted his Recurve as i prepared to dive to the left and then as fast as he appeared, he darted back into the thick brush, never to be seen again.
we each took one in the following days, but the one that "got us" was the story that stuck for that season.
Reply With Quote
Originally Posted by Redpyrate
