ehenry
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Last Thursday evening I was laid back in my easy chair bout 7:30 p.m. close to being 5 Bud Lights deep in a 12 pack and my cell phone rings. Its my son..."Daddy, we're lost" he says. I sit up in the chair and ask the typical....Where are you?? Thinking he'd gotten off somewhere in Jackson and wasn't sure where he was. He says "We're in the Big Black swamp blood trailing a deer that Amanda shot, I've lost my trail, its pitch dark and my flash light died." <br /><br />Amanda is the girl friend. <br /><br />The Big Black Swamp is strange woods to him, he's never really hunted there before. He'd gotten permission from a friend to hunt. I tell him to sit where he is and I'm coming to you. I gather my toggs, Jen E. Dawg to help trail him, a driver and a couple flash lights and strike out. Bout 3/4's of the way out to the swamp he calls back... "I found the deer and my trail, I'm draggin it to the truck but need help loading it.<br /><br />Load off my mind.<br /><br />Long story short, everything turned out ok. The deer was a small 6 point and Amanda's first deer. The thing that was pretty funny about the whole ordeal is that Amanda stopped by the house right as he was getting ready to leave to go hunting. She wasn't even suppose to be going with him. She'd been to a funeral and was on her way home. Kyle asks her to go hunting with him, that they could get up in one of Mr. Murphy's shooting houses and she wouldn't mess up her good clothes. I get out there and there stands Kyle in all his hunting stuff, mud up to his knees, skinned and scuffed up from briars and brambles and theres Amanda all crisp, clean and smellin good. I have to commend her though...she tally wacked the deer at about 150 yards with a 25.06. WHAT A GIRL !<br /><br />I wish I had some pics to for yall.