harbormaster
11-04-2005, 08:30 AM
A hunter and his friend were sitting in a tall tower stand near highway 481 in Maverick Co., TX, early one cold December morning.
Suddenly, a huge non-typical buck walked out over the corn they had spread in the senderos w/ a tailgate feeder.
Moving quickly, the hunter carefully aimed the Leupold scope on his .300 mag at the unsuspecting buck.
As he was about to squeeze the trigger on this deer of a lifetime, his friend alerted him to a funeral procession passing slowly by down highway 481.
The hunter pulled away from the gunstock, set the rifle down, took off his hat, bowed his head, and then closed his eyes in prayer.
His friend was stunned. "Wow, that is the most thoughtful and touching thing I have ever seen you do.
You are indeed the kindest man I have ever known, and I feel lucky to call you a friend."
The hunter shrugged. "Yeah, well, we were married for 35 years."
Suddenly, a huge non-typical buck walked out over the corn they had spread in the senderos w/ a tailgate feeder.
Moving quickly, the hunter carefully aimed the Leupold scope on his .300 mag at the unsuspecting buck.
As he was about to squeeze the trigger on this deer of a lifetime, his friend alerted him to a funeral procession passing slowly by down highway 481.
The hunter pulled away from the gunstock, set the rifle down, took off his hat, bowed his head, and then closed his eyes in prayer.
His friend was stunned. "Wow, that is the most thoughtful and touching thing I have ever seen you do.
You are indeed the kindest man I have ever known, and I feel lucky to call you a friend."
The hunter shrugged. "Yeah, well, we were married for 35 years."