Buster and Reena with a couple of his recent finds

That’s right! My dog had a better deer hunting season than I did…

For the first time in many, many years, I did NOT kill a buck. I could have, but I didn’t. And while I would have liked to have killed a buck this past season, I have gotten to the point that if it is not Monster, I would rather let him go so that he can grow.

And, heck, if I am looking to just put some antlers up on my wall, all I have to do is wait for my dog to bring them to me. He loves any deer head, but he really loves the ones with nice, big antlers to chew on. And he doesn’t mind if a car hits them or a hunter loses a wounded one; he told me it is all the same to him since all rotten deer skulls taste like chicken anyway

The only problem with this method of antler collecting is the occasional theft! Buster is a 100 pound yard dog who is always hungry, therefore he is unable to tell (or doesn’t care) that a rack has been left outside by a neighboring hunt club so that the meat will rot off and it can be hung inside

But hey, we did return it… Sorry!

Jeff

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