This afternoon, I went to get pizza. While I was gone, FIL and Fiance' and The Mighty Hunter were with the kids. When I returned, The Mighty Hunter had just disappeared on everyone. We all knew that he had just "slipped up to the edge of the woods" to see if there were any deer about, especially in the green field he had planted for them.
He came back and claimed he had shot an 8-point. None of us had heard his shot. So no one believed him.
After he inhaled a piece of pizza, he took FIL and Sissy out to get it.
He had heard other hunters tell stories like what happened tonight but had never believed them. They just seemed silly. He always blamed it on the other hunter's bad aim or whatever.
After he had shot the deer, he walked over and picked up its head and confirmed that it was dead. There was no response or movement from the deer.
When he returned with Sissy and FIL in the truck, the lights from the truck shined on the deer's head. The deer lifted his head, got up off the ground and started to run away.
He took one more shot.
Merry Christmas to The Mighty Hunter.
You sexy thang, you.