There’s not much to compare with the frustration of hunting day after day and getting nowhere.

There’s also nothing to compare with the excitement of bagging a deer, especially when you haven’t for, in my case, over 25 years.

It felt good. My heart raced for a long timne afterwards. I dropped it fast, too, one shot and down, I hate it when an animal suffers. Unfortunately I punched out both lungs and the heart so I was denied the heart stew. It’s good to be back in the saddle, it resets my perspective on a lot of things.