TomT
Well-Known Member
A hunter friend sent me this and I just had to share:
A hunter and his friend were sitting in a tall tower stand near State
Highway 481 in Maverick Co., Texas, early one cold opening morning.
Suddenly, a huge non-typical buck walked out over the corn they had
spread in the senderos with a tailgate feeder. Moving quickly, the
hunter carefully aimed the Leupold scope on his .300 mag at the unsuspecting buck.
As he was about to squeeze the trigger on this deer of a lifetime, his
friend alerted him to a funeral procession passing slowly by down 481.
The hunter pulled away from the gunstock, set the rifle down, took off
his hat, bowed his head, and then closed his eyes in prayer. His friend
was stunned. "Wow, that is the most thoughtful and touching thing I
have ever seen you do. You are indeed the kindest man I have ever
known, and I feel lucky to call you a friend."
The hunter shrugged. "Yeah, well, we were married for 35 years."
A hunter and his friend were sitting in a tall tower stand near State
Highway 481 in Maverick Co., Texas, early one cold opening morning.
Suddenly, a huge non-typical buck walked out over the corn they had
spread in the senderos with a tailgate feeder. Moving quickly, the
hunter carefully aimed the Leupold scope on his .300 mag at the unsuspecting buck.
As he was about to squeeze the trigger on this deer of a lifetime, his
friend alerted him to a funeral procession passing slowly by down 481.
The hunter pulled away from the gunstock, set the rifle down, took off
his hat, bowed his head, and then closed his eyes in prayer. His friend
was stunned. "Wow, that is the most thoughtful and touching thing I
have ever seen you do. You are indeed the kindest man I have ever
known, and I feel lucky to call you a friend."
The hunter shrugged. "Yeah, well, we were married for 35 years."
