Two Saturdays ago, Zeb smiled big when he shot his very first deer. For around here, it was a nice size buck- one to be very proud of! You can see the pictures by clicking HERE!
Then, on the spur of the moment, we decided to take a trip to Kentucky to visit Lee's people.
They have like a ga-jillion acres of hills-and-fields dedicated to deer. They work that land like a business- or so it seems.
So one week to the day after killing his first deer... Zeb downs this baby:
That's two Saturdays in a row killing a buck. Not bad for an eleven year old!
We were ALL way more excited than he was. All the man-hunters (not talking wild women here, but actually men who hunt) were asking him to tell the story. Every good kill has a story behind it, and it's usually pretty interesting... and exaggerated.
Zeb's story? I remember it word for word:
"It walked into the field. I shot it. It took 5 or 6 steps, then it died."
That's the long version, by the way.
Lord, help his future wife.
Just for fun, I'll add a few pics of my favorite husband and the kill we've lugged home over the years. I think both of these deer were mounted, but I'm not quite sure where they hang. It's not that my house is that big, but rather that it's not big enough- I'm quite stingy with the wall space.
You should have seen these bad boys strapped to the roof of my mini-van!