A touching hunting story...
A hunter and his friend were sitting in a tall tower stand along Highway
17 near Kenora Ontario early one cold December morning.
Suddenly, a huge buck walked out over the corn they had spread in the
low shrubs, the buck was magnificent..... a once in a lifetime animal. His
rack was huge. The hunter's hand shook as his mind was already counting the Boone
and Crockett points.
Moving quickly, the hunter carefully aimed the Leopold scope on his
..300 Win Mag at the unsuspecting buck.
As he was about to squeeze the trigger on this deer of a life time, his
friend alerted him to a funeral procession passing slowly down Highway
17. The hunter pulled away from the gunstock, set the rifle down, took off
his hat, bowed his head and then closed his eyes in prayer. His friend was
stunned.
"Wow, that is the most thoughtful and touching thing I have ever seen
you do. You actually let that trophy deer go to pay respects to a passing
funeral procession. You are indeed the kindest man I have ever known, and I feel lucky to
call you a friend."
The hunter shrugged. "Yeah, well, we were married for 43 years"
A hunter and his friend were sitting in a tall tower stand along Highway
17 near Kenora Ontario early one cold December morning.
Suddenly, a huge buck walked out over the corn they had spread in the
low shrubs, the buck was magnificent..... a once in a lifetime animal. His
rack was huge. The hunter's hand shook as his mind was already counting the Boone
and Crockett points.
Moving quickly, the hunter carefully aimed the Leopold scope on his
..300 Win Mag at the unsuspecting buck.
As he was about to squeeze the trigger on this deer of a life time, his
friend alerted him to a funeral procession passing slowly down Highway
17. The hunter pulled away from the gunstock, set the rifle down, took off
his hat, bowed his head and then closed his eyes in prayer. His friend was
stunned.
"Wow, that is the most thoughtful and touching thing I have ever seen
you do. You actually let that trophy deer go to pay respects to a passing
funeral procession. You are indeed the kindest man I have ever known, and I feel lucky to
call you a friend."
The hunter shrugged. "Yeah, well, we were married for 43 years"
