Another fine misadventure in the woods
Every time I shoot a deer something goofy always happens. Maybe it’s just me but no matter how big, or small the deer, there is always a mishap after I make the shot. I’ve lost my cell phone, pocket knife, truck keys, had vehicles decided that today was the day to give up their connection to the land of the living and the list goes on.
I always forget this kind of thing seems to happen until I…