One fall day two years ago, my father, my brother, and I were hunting deer. The gun metal gray Dodge creeped up the road with the heater on. Everyone was in orange and alert to anything that moved.
All of a sudden, a big four point mule deer stepped out of the trees about 250 yards away. I spotted it first and told Dad what I saw. We stopped and Colton said that he wanted to shoot it. Being the oldest, the one sitting shotgun, the one who spotted it first, I told him it is my deer. I had shot nothing of this size before and I was determined to shoot it.
Colton and I argued for over three minutes of who was going to shoot it.
The buck walked out into the open meadow more.
I was getting madder and madder as every second passed by.
The buck turned broadside and started smelling the air.
I opened the door and stepped out into the brisk air. I dropped the bi pod down into position. I got down prone in the snow, aimed, and squeezed the trigger.
I got the deer and the next week, Colton got a bigger deer at the same exact place. I was mad for a week.
Ah, sibling rivalry :)
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