Chef has been out hunting this fall. He purchased a general firearms license, which permits him to get a buck. Then he purchased two doe tags, so that he could get two antlerless deer.
Usually, Chef goes hunting at his parents’ place about a half hour north of our house. They have nine wooded acres, and Chef and his dad each have a deer stand in a tree, where they sit to watch for their quarry.
This year, Chef got two does. But since hunting season wasn’t over yet when we went to visit my parents in southern Indiana for Thanksgiving, Chef brought his hunting gear along with him to see if he could get that elusive buck. Two mornings, he went out to a Fish & Wildlife Area about three miles from my parents’ house. The area was mostly prairie with only a few small trees, so he couldn’t get as good a vantage point as he can in his deer stand. And unfortunately, he didn’t see any bucks while he was hunting.
But Sunday morning, the last day of gun season, as he walked back to his car at the Fish & Wildlife Area, he finally saw what he had been looking for.
Well, sort of.
Bucks! Five of them! Right next to the car.
Okay, it wasn’t the eight-pointer he was hoping to take home for meat.
But we take what we can get, right?