My hunters got four this year.
A year ago they got 11 (I think.)
One of the guys had the indignity of nicking one, and after tracking her the following morning, discovered she had gone to the local clinic, gotten a couple stitches and was happily eating my ornamentals in the front yard.
The boys attributed this year's meager hunt to there being no hunting across 33 Mile Rd, and therefore minimal movement through my place.
What was really odd this year, was that the boys and I make an annual donation of venison and other meat to the local charity/food pantry. Good quality stuff, burger, chops, and loin, frozen rock hard. Nobody would take it. We made calls to three different charitable organizations who didn't want it. We finally took it to the Mother House on Drahner Rd, west of Oxford, where the sisters were more than happy to get it.
Times must not be as bad in the area as everyone seems to think.
This was the buck that I got down in Ohio. Funny thing is Ross and I both took bucks that we had close encounters with and captured on tape two weeks earlier. It wasn’t until we started reviewing and editing the footage that we realized it. We have…