i'll try to make this short but i'm a 55-yr-old old lady, so i can get wound up. my husband and i treestand hunt here in western montana. i can't tell you where because i'd have to shoot you if i did.

season started here sept 7. first morning walking in the woods before daylight we heard a wolfpack on something. no hunting success for us that morning.

that afternoon curtis got a doe. the next afternoon after sitting in my stand over 2 hours, i stood to stretch. guess i made some kind of noise because i heard a long, low cat growl in a big brushy ditch about 3 yds from me. it was a mountain lion. i never saw him. i guess i had made a noise and he thought i was something really big towering over him. i will tell you this--i didn't blink my eyes again till my husband came to get me about 20 minutes later.

up to now. my husband and i have each gotten 2 does. we're still hunting. we love that venison and hardly ever eat beef any more.

whose story is next? i'll bet there are some big antler tales out there just waiting to be told.

life is good.
sandra