I married my wife as she was the first girlfriend I ever had who would come partridge hunting with me and carry the dead partridges, (ruffed grouse)
3 years ago I had surgery for a right shoulder rotator cuff injury and my arm was in a sling. I went out to my far meadow and laid back in a mound. I had a willow fork in my right hand to support the forend of my Ruger No1 in 7x57. I called on my deer call and a little buck came out of the willows, and I shot it. I walked back to the farm and got my wife Gail to drive me back to the willow patch in the Jeep and tow ropes. The heart shot buck had wandered a way back into the willows and collapsed.
We just had enough tow ropes to reach the deer and hook onto the antlers and drag it back to the yard under the light. Quite a pantomime gutting out that deer with only one arm. Gail held the legs while I did the cutting and gutting and helped pull out the clockwork. So Gail is surely a keeper. Pretty good missus all round, taking a sip of her 2 year old crabapple wine, superb, and about to book flights to Vancouver to see the kids and grandkids for Christmas, life's not too bad at 70,
Mikey
