Chasing Dad – A Throwback Thursday Story

By gunwriter December 1964. The deer hunter set on a rock with his rifle across his lap. It was the last day of season and any deer was legal. To his right and left the ridge dropped into deep hollows. Clumps of head high mountain laurel dotted the landscape. The temperature was cool but comfortable and the hunter was wonderfully content. He was a long way from camp and farther from home. His wife, who usually accompanied him, was at home pregnant with their soon to be first-born. After 12 years it looked as though he would now become a father. Munching on an apple his thoughts drifted. He was anxious, about deer he might see and the son he might soon have. He heard something off to his left. Several deer were moving just over the break. He managed to make out the body of one of the larger deer, shouldered his rifle, and squeezed the trigger. The deer disappeared. He called a miss. Then another deer, a wide racked buck, was headed his way. Under the premise his first shot went wide he worked the pump on the old Remington and the magazine fell to the ground. The big buck …read more

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