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Tuesday, October 27, 2020
By Eric Granstrom
For, I'm Eric Granstrom. Walking down a snowy road, I stayed back a few yards. I told her she was the "shooter" should we see anything. We had nearly a mile to go so I had time. I was admiring the scenery and scanning for movement. My mind was also wandering. I was trying to figure out the last time I'd actually been out hunting deer with my sister. We had turkey hunted some and done tons of fishing together, but this was the first time we were hunting deer together in nearly 40-years. I was 13 and she 9 when we hunted the 40-acres behind the house for blacktail. I was convinced I'd figured a way to confuse deer. Instead of being quiet, we made as much noise as possible and I had her occasionally make this snorting sound. Eventually, we flushed a nice deer and I downed it with the Browning .308 I still hunt with today. I opened up the deer and extracted the liver, placing it in the pocket of her coat telling her to go find Dad. Suddenly, a doe bounded out in front of us and brought me back to the present. More on Thursday. Until next time, Good Hunting!