Deer hunting

Well here we are in another hunting season, the first nine days has passed in which my superior hunting skills and luck paid off once again. Let me explain, For the last 30 years myself and the same guys I grew up with have been going to our chosen woods for the first nine days, we set our campers, hook everything up and go out to do some scouting. (Yes we have to scout here, no feed plots or permanent stands allowed) anyways, away we go! Ok, now we are in the woods looking for deer sign, tracks, rubs, scrapes etc. Well here we go hooray, I have found a great spot with all of the above right in front of me so I decide, yep this is where I will put my tree stand and opening morning when ole Mr. Buck comes strolling by I will blast him! Now one of my hunting partners is with me and he decides to go about 100 yards away and put his stand, (the woods are real thick and there is no way to see him or any deer that may come by that far away) so I am ok with his choice. Well what the heck, I have all the sign by my stand and he has nothing what's the big deal. I really got him good on this one.
Ok, it's opening morning, freezing cold of course, even though yesterday during our scouting trip we are out in T-shirts. Alright 5:30 a.m. in our tree stand before 1st light up in the freezing cold in the dark to be there before the deer wake up. Who thought of that idea? Like the deer just wait for light to get up, stretch, go to the bathroom half asleep scratching their butt all the way to the bathroom. Yea, right. Anyways, back to the stand..... ok here comes first light, the excitement is in the air, every little twig snap, little critter rustling through the leaves, bird chirp is the big monster buck coming your way! Here I sit in antisipation! ok, the deer did not understand the concept, I said: Here I sit waiting to shoot you on your daily feeding schedule. 6:00.......7:00.......8:00 what is going on? I am in the perfect place....Food, tracks, scrapes, rubs all around me! 8:23 and it happens! BOOM! The shot rings out through the woods informing everyone in hearing distance that, oh yes, the deer is on the ground! Like I said in the beginning about my keen hunting skills, the perfect place, the perfect time but,....... NOT MY GUN! WHAT! Oh yes, my hunting partner 100 yards away chirps me over the radio....."I got one on the ground!" How can this be? Ok, I am happy for him and everything is good it is still early.
Well after his joy over the radio (of course I wanted to push him out of his tree stand) what? It is only considered sever head trama if you fall at least 3 stories onto your head and I'm guessing it's even farther if it's a fall into the soft leaves of the woods. Anyways, like I said it is still early and we decided to stay in our stands to see if something else may wander by. Like that is gonna happen after a 7mm magnum goes off in the woods but, I say ok. So here I sit fuming over my perfect spot being ruined by that stupid gunshot going off so close to my stand but, I'm game let's see what happens.
Alright, 8:25........8:30......8:43 I don't believe it! BOOM! Can you believe another deer comes into shooting range even after all that noise from just 20 minutes earlier. He must be deaf or just plain stupid! What's this? The perfect spot and again, NOT MY GUN! 100 yards away the shot rang out. I think to myself "no way" he dropped his gun, he shot at a squirrel but, "CHIRP" over the radio; " Hey man, I got another on the ground (laughing the whole time) I better get out of this tree before I shoot every deer in these woods" Yes, just what I needed to hear! "CHIRP" "Hey man, can you help me drag these deer out?" Of course being the good friend I am I say sure, thinking right after I drowned you in the creek!
Well, as I get there to help him he has a nice 6 point and a spike that I am going to help him drag out. Here we go, he decides that dragging them through the creek will help with the weight so they can float. Great idea! Now the creek is only 2 feet deep full of stumps, branches, holes and whatever else you can think of. Well, pulling HIS deer down the creek on the way out of course, your's truly steps right in one of those holes and filled my nice waterproof, snakeproof boots full of ice cold water! AAAAAHHH! WHAT MORE COULD GO WRONG? Dumb question but I had to ask. Right after I pull my leg up that now weighs 3 times what it does dry I hit a root and slip, catching myself on a log to keep from completely submerging myself in the creek but, my trusty rifle was not so lucky......yep, straight down into the river bottom barrel first, sticking up out of the mud like a telescope. What the #*&%#!
Finally, we make it out to the truck wet, muddy, sweaty, pride completely shot to hell and gun full of mud. Just as I go to load the deer I am dragging to the truck I hear "Wait a minute, how about taking my picture with my deer" OK, I say being the good friend that I am thinking, how about I take your picture with your head stuck inside one of those deer. But of course I did and yes I had to take about 15 pictures. It was like a model photo shoot for the cover and center fold of "Deer Hunters with more stupid luck than most of society" Well we finally get the deer loaded and all the way back to camp I had to hear the story of how his so-called superior hunting skills and cunning made him able to harvest 2 deer 20 minutes apart.
Well, ole buddy of mine, next time you drag your stupid deer, fall in the creek, sweaty, wet and muddy, walk your butt back to camp and tell your story to the critters on the way!!

Got any hunting stories, adventures or whatever, be sure to share with the world and let me and everyone know that just maybe I'm not the only one with this kind of luck!
Happy Hunting!!!