Speaking of my cave woman side, I had the chance to go hunting again! This time, it was too crunchy for stalking, so I sat in a good spot and waited. The alum that brought me was hunting the other side, but since he was one of those walk-like-a-deer hunters that can spot a deer every five seconds, he brings his camera along to photograph deer that aren't big enough for his taste. In the time period between 6:30 and 7:20 he took 15 pictures of deer. I saw one. It wasn't that they weren't around - I could hear them moving - my eyes just aren't well enough trained yet. Lucky enough for me, my one deer was well within my taste.
I took the shot, waited thirty minutes, woke my dad up with an excited phone call and followed the blood path to a nice six pointer. After cleaning him up and dragging him back to the car, I only had to walk through main-street in broad daylight wearing a pair of seriously bloody pants. I can assure you that the weird looks were all well deserved, but I was too ecstatic to notice for the most part. Next mission: see how many deer I can photograph between now and the end of term!
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