Hi!
I just wanted to tell my side of the story.....
Joe got home at about the usual time. Nothing to blink at, you know. Brilyn had just gone to bed and I was settling down to some good ol' America's Funniest Home Videos. Joe comes into the living room all nonchalant and opens up his bow case. Right away I can see that there is one arrow covered in blood. I said, "Where is it?" Thinking he would point outside, I could run out real quick, and take a peek. Oh no, I am met with silence. So, Joe starts into the story, I sit back down, and 45 minutes later I call the babysitter to come over for a while so we can go get this deer. Her dad brings her over in a deer hunting frenzy (he hunts in our backyard, it's funny) and seeing that there is no deer yet, heads back home.
So, I run around getting my woods clothes on-camo pants, don't ya know- and a blaze orange hat, just in case. I also strap my Maglite to my belt after observing Joe's pathetic little thing he was carrying. I follow Joe to the car and we head off toward the farm. About 3/4 of the way there, I say, "Where are we gonna put the deer?" So, we turn around and come home to get the Jeep. I get in the Jeep, Joe runs into the house for one other thing we forgot and then comes out and almost gets in the Toyota again. Quite funny. Good thing I was already in the Jeep. Even funnier if he had left me and the Jeep at home, but anyway.
So, we get to the farm and we park in the parking lot. Not what I expected. And we walk about a mile to the edge of the woods and then walk into the woods on a road-type thing for a few hundred yards. The doe was lying right on the middle of this road thing deader than a door nail.
So we get a few pics and Joe puts on his super duper gloves I gave him while we were still in college. (They are vet gloves for when you have to stick your arm up a cow's.....)
Anyway. On the ride over we had speculated about where he had hit the deer. I thought probably liver since there were guts on the arrow, yet the deer had died very quickly. Joe thought lungs because he thought he had seen some bubbles in the blood. Turns out we were both right. Perfect little three-way cuts in both.
Also, the deer was definitely gut shot and when Joe first opened her up, I almost lost my second supper. I eat more than one supper nowadays. Pregnancy makes me hungry, and obviously a pansy when it comes to yucky smells.
Anyway, after that I led the way home to the parking lot while Joe dragged our meaty friend. We almost fell in a slurry pit, but otherwise it was pretty tame. The night was beautiful with stars overhead and a lovely brisk temperature.
At home, we paid the babysitter and gave her a ride home. Then we skinned and butchered the deer on the ground in 40 minutes. I think that is pretty dang impressive.
The next day we ate the tenderloins, the next day we packaged up the rest of the meat. It should last at least until Christmas. :)