Around 7:45, he called. “I got the monster,” he said. "I just took a huge buck!"I could hear the excitement in his voice. This was the one he had been waiting for.
He snapped a picture with his cell phone and sent it to me from the field. And, here it is…a massive 10 point!
For those of you who don't know, a 10 point refers to the number of points on a deer's antlers, commonly called a "rack." Here, on the sporting plantation where we live, you can only shoot a deer that is at least an 8 point, or one with 15 inches between the antlers. That means it is a mature deer, and one that can be "harvested."
Deer hunting is a HUGE part of the South. My husband waits all year for the opportunity to "take" a buck. "Take" is a euphemism for kill. (This northern city girl is still getting used to all this "taking.") This deer weighed 175 pounds, roughly the equivalent of two does, and will do much to replenish our meat coffers. You should see the size of our freezers. We'll have plenty of meat for me to cook up this winter! More on that in upcoming posts...
I'm so proud of my husband. He's a great provider. Of course, being a city girl, a great provider used to mean a guy who had a great job with a big salary so that we could pay the bills -- but down here, a great provider is a guy who has a great shot so that we can fill our tummies.
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