Meanwhile, Evan was seeing 10 deer, four of them bucks chasing a doe. He never had an opportunity for a good shot.
The flurry of deer and shooting all but stopped late morning. Evan and I decided to swap guns as we walked to the trail head. "There are two deer on that far hillside," Evan whispered. He anchored his Optima on a tree as the deer stopped. I waited, but he never fired. When the lead doe entered the fire trail, I put a .44 magnum through her neck.
In switching guns, Evan did not know there was a difference between the Marlin and the Optima. The .44 mag has a safety with the hammer back. You have to cock the muzzleloader. He was feeling for the safety and failed to cock the hammer.
The hills of Brown were relatively quiet Tuesday morning. I saw three deer and Evan one. We will continue our quest for his first deer this week and next.