We had us one helluva day yesterday at camp. In our part of the state, we can't shoot doe until the first Saturday of the season. It was a full house, and we had a lotta doe tags at our disposal. Boy, did we use 'em.
Nine doe took pickup truck rides back to our camp yesterday, and we had a few misses too. My uncle and cousins took five doe between the four of 'em, which was the first time they've all connected in the same day. Ron's girlfriend, Brenda, killed her very first deer, and Ron's father, Karl, killed his first PA deer in seven years with one shot. Anyone who knows "The Karl" knows that for him to whack a critter in less than five shots is rare, so we are all pretty proud of him.
Matt and I both took our doe with our pistols, which was Matt's second
pistol kill and my first. I was pretty excited to finally break in the Raging Bull.
It was a damn fine day at the Full Rut camp, and we celebrated it by a fine dinner and several pitchers of beer at the Ram Zone.