It’s weird to say. Not a deer story. Hunting with my step son last year. We were at the farm and he is too young to carry one of my rifles. I decided he had a better chance it’s buckshot. We were setting in my favorite ladder stand. All of a sudden noise to the right. I turn and it’s a big raccoon. She is walking a log. Poor thing has lost fur and really looking weird. He locked down and boom. His first kill. I suspect rabies. Let it be.


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