Deer George

~Madeline, Tatum and George with George's latest victim

This past Friday evening after a day of barn work, I took several pictures of fresh deer sign from around the cabin and texted them to my buddy George as teasers leading up to his deer hunting weekend at the cabin. George is eaten up with chasing whitetails and had been planning for several weeks to drive down from St. Louis with his sister Madeline to partake in some early November bow hunting. The two transplanted Bentonville natives were taking a weekend off from college and post grad work to enjoy a couple of days in the woods and so Madeline could hang out with her good friend Tatum (of local volley ball fame) for a weekend at our Barry County "B and B". George of course planned to spend his time trying to whack a deer.

As a former whitetail chaser, I know the call of the deer woods can weigh heavy on a man (or gal if she's so inclined) who finds himself strapped daily to a desk, a backhoe, or in the case with George, a Wash U dorm room. By the sounds of things he could barely wait to get up early this past Saturday morning and head to the woods with his trusted bow and arrow.
As the picture indicates, he ended up being at the right place at the right time and after a long 2 or 3 minute wait, his persistence paid off.

At the rate George is whacking those doggone deer, I may have to import some deer from Canada. On second thought, the Arkansas department of fish and game might take issue with that. Maybe I should just let nature take it's course. I'll keep you posted....