PANIC, MS> THE MUZZLELOADING SEASON OPENED VERY QUIETLY AT THE CHRISTMAS PLACE THIS YEAR SINCE EVERYONE HAD ALREADY KILLED A TROPHY DEER EXCEPT FOR PAUL HOWELL (FRENZIED PSYCHO). HE WAS THE ONLY ONE HUNTING. HE WENT TO THE BIG FIELD ACROSS THE BEAVER DAM WHERE HE HAS SCREWED UP BEFORE. BIG NED, (Giant Horned Buck) WANDERED INTO THE FIELD AND STARTED EATING GRASS.
PAUL WAS SO SURPRISED THAT HE SENT A MINI-BALL WHISTLING INTO THE OLD BOX STAND ACROSS THE WAY, THE MONSTER BUCK LOOKED AROUND, THE OLD STAND FELL OVER, THE DEER TROTTED OFF WHILE PAUL WAS BUSY RELOADING HIS DOE STICK. THIS SHOULD HAVE BEEN THE END OF A DISASTROUS HUNT BUT UNFORTUNATELY FOR ALL OF US, IT WAS THE BEGINNING. CONFUSED BY HIS MISS, CONFUSED THAT THE DEER WOULD EAT RYE GRASS, AND CONFUSED BY READING THE RELOADING INSTRUCTIONS, HE STARED BLANK EYED AS HE THOUGHT OF THE GIANT BUCK THAT HAD GOTTEN AWAY. HE WAS DEPRESSED AND EMBARASSED UNTIL A YOUNG BUCK AMBLED MIRACULOUSLY INTO THE FIELD. HIS EYES (PAULS) TURNED RED AND HE PROCEEDED TO CUT DOWN ON THE ADOLESCENT DEER.
AFTER THE SMOKE CLEARED THERE WAS ONE DEAD DEER AND GUNPOWDER RESIDUE ON 5 ACRES OF RYE GRASS. THIS 9 POINT (WE THINK, THE HORNS ARE SO SMALL IT’S HARD TO COUNT) IS NOT EVEN ROUTINE. DON’T WORRY IF TRENT WOULD HAVE SHOT IT, REX AND BURNEY WOULD NOT HAVE EITHER. BAD LUCK IS SURE TO FOLLOW THIS PITIFUL HUNTER.
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