Armed with only his bow and arrow and his keen sense of . . .whatever, my brother Troy killed his first deer ever.
He got it at my parents’ house south of Canton.
When he first shot it, the little bugger took off. But like a bloodhound, my brother tracked it down.
He told me it is a 7-point buck.
Way to go, bro!
I hope he turns it into summer sausage . . .