We killed the big forked G-2 on this day eight years ago.That was one of the most rewarding deer we have killed. It doesn’t seem possible that it was that long ago, and I’ve realized that time goes by way too fast. I wish I could stop the hands of the clock from turning. I enjoy life too much to have it pass by so quickly.
We hunted for a few hours this morning. Brian wounded a really good 9-pointer at 9:30. He waited for a shot when the deer was angling away from him. Unfortunately, we never found the deer. I think the arrow may have catapulted when it hit because of the mechanical broadheads on the end of his arrows.
After returning to camp and packing everything up, we dropped Brian off at the airport and headed to Kansas. I’m exhausted tonight. Hopefully, Kansas will bring us some luck. You never know what’s going to happen out there.