posted on September 19, 2011 08:16
Rob Thies must’ve sounded like Troy Landry from “Swamp People,” only without the South Louisiana accent.
Instead of wrestling an angry alligator on a line, Rob and his 9-year-old son, Trey, were deer hunting in Indiana, and they were staring at huge buck just 17 yards away that was about to leave in a hurry.
Rob couldn’t understand why the boy, usually quick on the trigger, was just sitting there.
“Shoot it ... shoot it,” he urged.
It’s a good thing the deer wasn’t one to ask questions later. It stood frozen in place, cartoon eyes staring at the duo atop the ladder stand.
“Finally, I looked over and saw Trey squeezing the muzzleloader’s trigger like mad, and then I realized the hammer was not pulled back,” Rob said. “I told him to relax for a second, and then I reached over and cocked the gun.
“‘Shoot, shoot, shoot ... now,’ I told him, and then there was smoke,” he added.
It was Nov. 14, the second day of Indiana’s 2010 firearms season, and the Thies were hunting the 100-acre farm owned by the family of the boy’s best friend. Trey had already opened the season with a bang, drilling a fat doe on opening day while he and Rob shared a stand on his grandparents’ farm near Aurora.
Had they thought to reload after Trey shot the doe, he might’ve also tagged the buck that had been several minutes behind her.
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