Even hunters have hearts...

[saddlebum]

A hunter and his friend were sitting in a tall tower stand

near Highway 7 early one cold December morning. Suddenly,

a huge buck walked out over the corn they had spread in the

low shrubs. The buck was magnificent, a once in a lifetime

animal. His rack was huge. The hunter's hand shook as his

mind was already counting the Boone and Crockett points.

Moving quickly, the hunter carefully aimed the Leopold scope

on his ..300 Win 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 down

Highway 7.

 

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

actually let that trophy deer go to pay respects to a passing

funeral procession. 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 37 years."

[Marcarl]

Why does it not surprise me that you would post this,,,,,,, 37 years eh?

[Yammer Dan]

Was the buck still there???

[Bubber]

Well what do you expect if she is going to up and die during deer hunting season, it was the least he could do.