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Mad Hunter Strikes Again

It was another dandy day in the realm of bow hunting yesterday as Muh Main Man scored yet another success for the hunter and gatherer instinct that is so alive and well within him. The pressure was on as last year's record buck was something to be reckoned with. He didn't exceed the catch from last year but he did himself proud nonetheless.

The Short People and I did the appropriate amount of oohing and aahing, even running the camera into the deep, dark forest last night. DogSpot rose to the occasion in her first up-close encounter with a stag and made all sorts of fierce noise in an attempt to protect the homestead from the dead intruder.

Muh Main Man did resist the temptation to take the beast along to church this year. He save sthat privilege for the Pope & Young records like last year's but the picture was passed around to many an admirer, I assure you.
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Anonymous said…
WOW!!!!!! Figures he would get one on the first day!

~Sue
10/14/2007 6:55 PM
Unknown said…
WOW, that's definitely something to be proud of and with a bow, that’s awesome!
10/14/2007 10:40 PM
Mary Ellen said…
Kuddos to the mighty, mad hunter!
10/15/2007 6:34 PM
Rochelle said…
what a find!
10/16/2007 9:26 AM
tim said…
congrats main man...
10/21/2007 2:32 PM
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