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I was lucky enough to kill a couple deer in the meantime, and they pretty much flash-froze before I could get them skinned out. So there they hang until I can get them into Betsy's basement and thaw them out one at a time enough to handle them, get them quartered and head on down to Ricky's in Schroeder for the big cuttin' party. That was exciting, especially when I had the second doe in my sights, the fork horn came out and I shot him, but only after I remembered to pull the hammer back, click, then put a shell in the chamber, then shoot the deer, and while he's breathing his last, this bigger buck comes out and does a lap around the stand 35 yards out the whole way around. I was just too amazed to do anything but sit there and watch him. He even stopped on the hill above my stand and looked right at me, then just strolled away. I didn't think about shooting him for Mike or Jim to fill out their tags. Next time for sure.

Thanksgiving tomorrow. To Duluth and back on Friday. Time's running out and I have two more loads of hay to haul before snow comes in a serious way.