For those of you who know me and Connie, you know Connie has battled some serious medical problems over the last decade. From losing all her small intestine except 3 feet, having to have her subclavean artery bypassed, and then undergoing removal of half both of her lungs for cancer was followed up by a major stroke that left her in chronic and clinical depression, loss of periphery and no depth perception . Well, she fought them all and with God given miracles, some fine doctors,and continuing treatment that includes electro-shock therapy, she's beat them all. She had a shock treatment Wednesday and was upset that she was unable to go to her deer stand yesterday. (the treatments contract every muscle in your body and she has a tough time moving for several days afterwards). Well, today was the day and she said she didn't care how much she hurt, she was going to climb that ladder stand today. She has a medical excuse to use a crossbow,but her other problems of depth perception can create problems. She has a red dot scope on the bow and in her usual stands, I take surveyors tape and mark one ribbon for 20, two for 30 and three for 40 yards to match her scope dots in all her shooting lanes. Today was different in that we were on a field and I had a stand big enough to hold us both. I was her guide and I ranged different spots in the soybean field that had been mown by deer feeding. Right at 6:20 a small (by most hunters standards) 6 pointer came out right under our stand and walked out to an exact spot of 25 yards. Her bolt connected but the deer ran out of the field. She was dumbfounded and heartbroken, but I had seen blood gushing from both sides of the deer. I tried to calm her down but she wanted to go NOW and find the deer. I convinced her to wait 30 minutes but she still cut me to 20. When we got down, I wasn't about to trail it through waist high soybeans and I had a good idea where it had entered the woods. I just hoped that the blood trail would be a good one as I suspected. She was shaking so badly I had to help her down the ladder. We walked down the field and when I cut the blood trial, I had no doubts it would be a short one. She'd never tracked a wounded deer and this was one made in heaven. I put her on the trail and she wound down into a ditch and up the other bank. I saw the deer about 20 yards in, all piled up, but again, her periphery kept her stuck on the trail. She was only 5 yards away when she finally saw the 110 pound yearling laid out. She giggled like a school girl clapping her gloved hands and immediately went over to smooth down its hair and hug it. I love deer hunting, but I don't think I've ever enjoyed it any more than I did on a night when I did absolutely nothing but watch it all play out.