This morning, for opening day of what many Virginia hunters call "rifle season," I drove to one of Elaine's and my properties in Craig County. The goal was simple, try to kill a doe before the fierce winds in the forecast drove me off the mountain.
Fortunately, that was what happened. Not long after dawn, a doe came by (at various times between 60 and 80 yards away), but did not offer a good shot. But at just after 7:30 two more does came by. When I first saw them they were over 100 yards away. But they kept meandering along, and the potential shot became easier and easier. Finally at 60 yards distant, the lead doe paused, and the shot rang true. The drag was hard and took awhile, but I wasn't complaining.
Instead of being on a stand this evening, Elaine and I are preparing to play a rousing game of Scrabble; meanwhile the wind is howling. Perhaps I should start our wood stove in the morning for the first time this season.