... and of course the pic in my avatar from later that same year... Think he's excited about deer?



I couldn't find it just then, but I've got a picture of him with me behind a big nine-pointer out in a bean field when he was six months old too. Alison put him in one of those pappoose-style carriers you see people wearing in your local malls and helped me walk grids for an hour at 10 p.m. because I hit the buck square in the shoulder and saw him snowplow into a standing field of armpit-high beans. He didn't leave one track, one drop of blood or one hair behind on his 75-yard death run.

I called Alison at 9:00 that night and she got him up and drove over to the Illinois farm I was hunting. What a trooper!

The boy ain't gotta chance!