The plan is simple yet affective, almost fool proof. Low crawl into the middle of the field and then pop-up at the exact time your cohort snaps on the spotlight. The idea is to catch the deer in total surprise and bag your self that buck!
What if your partner in crime is not as criminally minded as you? What if your partner isn’t paying as close attention to the surroundings as a good criminal should? What happens if that partner is your wife?
Your positioned almost perfectly into the middle of the field ready to spring into action with gun a blazing….wait… a car, grab some earth and hang tight, your heart starts pounding as the thought crosses your beer soaked mind that, this isn’t such a good idea.
Then suddenly the plan falls totally apart. As the car is approaching the light snaps on. Yes, I mean THE LIGHT, the 1 million-candle power watt light. The beam? You guessed it directly on you as you lay in the field hugging your .06. Your mind awhirl you spring to your feet and begin to sprint for the edge of the field trying frantically to wave off the light. It follows you across the open ground as you hop, wave and yell to your partner to cut the light. Your partner thinks this is all part of the plan and believes all is going well and does a fantastic job of keeping you well lit as you dodge this way and that.
Luckily the night ended with nothing more than a hard lesson learned, that night hunting is illegal and shouldn’t be done at all but if it is going to be done, go it alone