There's dozens of easy ways to load by yourself.
I thought of one way after the fact. Gotta be careful with a back that's trashed.
Didn't expect to see anything I'd shoot that Sunday afternoon. Hadn't seen anything
worthy on game cams. Every buck I'd seen night hunting pigs weren't ready for this year
either. Just goes to show that one never knows what has remained reclusive, venturing
out only for the rut. I got to see him, photograph him, that'll have to do for this year.
My hunting bud is out on stand this afternoon. But this deer didn't get old and survive
up until now making mistakes. He's likely back in the 800 acre pasture that's so thick
a man has to crawl on his belly to move about. A pasture no man has hunted in decades.