Deer & Deer Hunting


I awoke early Sept. 22, 2016, with a doctor’s appointment in 90 minutes. The sun was exceedingly bright as it shined over Lake Huron, appearing as though it was on the hood of my car.

I had a lot to do that day and believed my preparation for bow season had fallen behind, as I had spent most of summer repairing hailstorm damage to my home and garage. Further, my son-in-law and grandson were expecting their stands to be up and baited, which added urgency.


The day was going smoothly, and it appeared everything would go as planned. I got a bite to eat, loaded my stand, saw and various tools in the car, and then headed for the woods. I had chosen the shortest and lightest of my stands, which was straight up and down on the tree.

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