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this has been stuck in my craw since opening day of rifle and i think about it alot never told anyone,i've been hunting a farm up north for more years than i care to remember,i always call before the season opens to see whats running and just b.s. to the farmer,when i called this year his son told me that his dad had passed away last feburary.he was 80 but he didn't look it.i was sick over his passing as he and i had always hit it off and in my younger days me and my buddy's either hunting groundhogs,grouse,deer would sleep in the barn.[he loved it]well opening day this year the rain was pounding down and i'm hunkered down in a small pine stand looking down into a hollow with a nasty thicket;i started to think about my farmer friend and in my mind said to him that i hope he's happy where he's at now,and if he could give me a sign or something[this man had a laugh that was unmistakenable]I SWEAR on the LORD to you at that exact moment the absolutely most beautiful buck and i just don't mean his headgear i'm talkin the complete animal he was the ADONIS of deer,at least a real big 8, let me see him for a few seconds then dissappeared into that thicket never to be seen again by me or anyone else in the area,and i swear immediately after that buck dissappeared i heard JIM'S unmistakeable laugh.don't care if you believe it or not, but i am now a believer that man's soul was there on the land he loved so much.and by the way i killed my first buck on his land many many years ago and it was a big 8
