I was just in the middle of texting Goober that I had not seen anything when I saw this swamp donkey out ahead of me about 30-yards. Somehow he got by me without me seeing him and he must not have been able to smell the Doctor Bob Deer P in a pint I out cause he was moving on. I quickly grabbed my new Primos Buck Roarer and let out a good one. Then I lifted up, switched cheeks and tried again. This time it worked. But can you imagine my surprise when he hit high gear.
Well, that was not the end of it. I felt like I should send my coordinates to my roommate in case I fell out of my portable, four-piece ladder stand that is 41-feet high so the deer can�t see or smell me. While I was trying to look up the coordinates, I looked back toward the house and seen the same buck coming back. By the time I got the pone up and the bow off the hook and the calls all straightened out, he was right under me. Since I shoot a Rage Schwacker, I knew anywhere I hit would be a dead kill so I let fly.
Well, the bowstring got caught in my call strings and one limb hit my phone which flew out of the handy belt case and vanished into thin air. The recoil knocked me plumb out of my stand and I immediately went to the end of my harness strap and the two leg pieces cut into my crotch something fierce. I finally got out of that and made it the ground by hand-climbing down my ladder. I crawled out and made it to my bicycle which I had to peddle standing up.
On the way home, I stopped at the drug store to get something for my poor crotch. I was sitting at the counter, waiting for the druggist to get my meds and the lady working there thought I had ordered a chocolate sundae. She asked me did I want crushed nuts and I smacked her a good one and told her No thanks! I already have some.
If anyone finds my phone, could they please call my roommate and see could he come get me out of jail
It was not signed.
Well, that was not the end of it. I felt like I should send my coordinates to my roommate in case I fell out of my portable, four-piece ladder stand that is 41-feet high so the deer can�t see or smell me. While I was trying to look up the coordinates, I looked back toward the house and seen the same buck coming back. By the time I got the pone up and the bow off the hook and the calls all straightened out, he was right under me. Since I shoot a Rage Schwacker, I knew anywhere I hit would be a dead kill so I let fly.
Well, the bowstring got caught in my call strings and one limb hit my phone which flew out of the handy belt case and vanished into thin air. The recoil knocked me plumb out of my stand and I immediately went to the end of my harness strap and the two leg pieces cut into my crotch something fierce. I finally got out of that and made it the ground by hand-climbing down my ladder. I crawled out and made it to my bicycle which I had to peddle standing up.
On the way home, I stopped at the drug store to get something for my poor crotch. I was sitting at the counter, waiting for the druggist to get my meds and the lady working there thought I had ordered a chocolate sundae. She asked me did I want crushed nuts and I smacked her a good one and told her No thanks! I already have some.
If anyone finds my phone, could they please call my roommate and see could he come get me out of jail
It was not signed.
