This past weekend Brett, his dad and Chance all went rifle deer hunting. Brett's Uncle Jack, cousin Cale and Cale's father I law were up here too. It was a house full of hunters at night but they had a good, first day when Brett shot a deer from about 550 yards. They had to throw Bob's tag on it, since Brett couldn't find his tags. Luckily we found the tags the next morning hiding underneath our bed. It was kind of a shocking sight to walk outside my house and see a dead deer hanging from a tree. I swear my Friday nights sure have changed since moving to Payson.
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