I hunted the hardwood ridge where I saw all of the deer Sunday evening. Beautiful morning up until about 7:45 when Emmett came walking in on me.
I called him at 7:17 last night on my way home to let him know I had killed one. He didn’t answer and didn’t call back before I went to bed. He got up this morning and just happen to check his phone and saw I had called, only he thought I had called at 7:17 this morning. So he tried to call me back. I don’t get a cell signal in that spot so he couldn’t get me. He thought I had shot one or something had happened. He only lives about 10 minutes away and hauled ass up here. It’s good to have a friend like that, but I’m still going to give him hell about it.