One more and I’ll quit.

We used to hunt the Big and Little Black River areas before they were opened up. In 1989, the Allagash area got absolutely pounded with snow and there was up to 4 feet in some areas. We decided to head towards the Big Black as it was at least huntable. Irving built the bridge across the river making it accessible without our canoe. My brother, best friend, and myself decided to hunt the far side of the river on the “new” road. There was between 2 and 3 feet of snow on the ground so my brother decided to use snowshoes. We parted company and he took off through a swamp. About mid morning we heard a shot waaaayyyy off in the distance. That couldn’t be him.

Hunted the rest of the day and got back to the truck after dark. My buddy was sitting there but no brother. About 5:30 we started getting a little worried and began blowing the truck horn. At 6:30 we planned to have my buddy head back for some help and I’d stay put and occasionally fire some shots. Out of the darkness appeared my brother, sweaty, and carrying one snowshoe. Said that he had shot a deer at 9:30 that morning and had been dragging ever since. We drove up to where he came out of the woods, about ½ mile from where we parked and went in easily another ½ mile to get the deer. 190 pound- 8 pointer.

My brother said that dragging a deer in snowshoes was a real pain in the neck so he took them off. Had to actually walk ahead and beat the snow down to make a trail. Jim sat in the truck while we loaded the deer. As we got in the truck we noticed that my brother was sound asleep