Hunting
Hunting
My brother shot a deer last year and I was by the house. He had shot the deer and when I heard the shot I went running down to the hunting stand. The deer had got shot in the liver and went down and got back up and ran in to the woods and leaned on some trees. There was a lot of blood on the trees and it felt dead and we dragged it out of the woods. We gutted it in the field where Emmett shot the deer and brought it up to the farm and sprayed the blood out with the hose. We got a rope at the house and hung it up in the maple tree. We took it down the next day and brought it to Bob’s Gun Shop.
John Tiffany
