All started 20 years ago when I first started hunting. My wife was pregnant with my first. I shot a very large bodied buck near dark (bow) but I could not find it. My wife found it the next morning very close to where it was shot (as it turns out, I am a poor tracker - My wife is not). She called me at work, so my buddy and me headed back to the farm. By the time I got home, she had it dressed and back to the house. we hung it up and returned to work. When I got home it was butchered. I have not done much after shooting a deer ever since. She does have a sister, but she would not be much help (mine is one of a kind). She does give me a lot of grief over this, and I do deserve it. Thirty years of marriage next April!
