For the second straight year, I had deer kill permits from the Virginia Game Department in order to help out a farmer who was having severe deer damage to a cornfield. It felt strange arising at 4:24 on August 6 to go deer hunting, but I was in tree stand about 75 minutes later, waiting for dawn to break.
I didn't see my first deer until 7:24 but that one was a young doe and only 12 yards away when I did view it. I sent an arrow from my crossbow through both lungs (as I would find out later) and after the blood trail, I found that I had killed my first deer of the season.
Elaine and I butchered most of the doe in about 90 minutes, froze the top and bottom loins, and put the front and back legs on ice for the meat to firm up. Tomorrow, we will turn it into burger. It's nice to have the first deer of the season refrigerated and it was nice to help out a landowner.