I figured it out. It was October 4th. So I mark off October and then I mark off the zero and four. They make those tags so confusing.Okay........ I know you're talking about bow hunting, other than that it's all Greek........
And now you have to go online and report your deer. Pain in the ass.
Anyways, I shot a mid size doe. Great tasting and we purposely don't want to shoot the biggest does. The biggest does will produce the biggest bucks. We want to take some of the mid size doe out of the population. Too many of them. When we first got this hunting property there weren't this many deer. There were deer but not this many. This is a good thing but you don't want too many. So my brother is okay with me taking 1 or even 2 doe off the property.
I still can't get over how great of a tracker my dog is. People pay top dollar for a dog like this. I really didn't think I hit the deer the way it bounded off and I didn't see any blood until we got out of the ferns I shot her in, then past the trail, then down a deer path leading into the woods. I thought my dog was just fucking around but I had nothing to lose so I followed him. Suddenly I see blood on a leaf. I touch it and god damn it really was blood. Holy shit did I just injure the thing and is it running around slowly bleeding? I sure hope not. But it's great I finally found blood. So I start looking for more and I notice the dog get more and more excited like he's on to something. I didn't need to look anymore. He was on it. I was like GOOD BOY!!!!!!! GOOD BOY!!!! All night I was telling him how good he was. He fucking loves this! So do I.