0 comments/ 10943 views/ 1 favorites Opening Weekend By: Der_Tode_des_Morgens It was a cold Montana morning. I was out with my cousin, Frank. We were out in the middle of nowhere, but there was something different about this nowhere... this was elk country. I had gotten some leave from the Navy (I'm an Intelligence Specialist 3rd Class, stationed in San Diego, CA), and came elk hunting with him. I had just gotten a new rifle, too. A Benelli R1 semi-automatic in .300 Winchester Magnum caliber, equipped with a 4.5-14x40 Zeiss Scope. Sighted in at 300 yards, and ready to go. We had started early that day. At 4:30 to be exact. Frank and I walked to our blinds, and turned on our walkie-talkies. I had just gotten comfortable, and ready for a day of looking for a big ass bull, when my cell phone started vibrating. "God damn it," I thought to myself, "I didn't even think I got service out here in the weeds." I looked to see who it was, and my girlfriend's name was on the display. My mood instantly did a 180. "Hey, honey," I said into the receiver. "Hi, Jonny, how's the hunting going?" "Great, babe. Why're you calling me so early? I figured you'd still be asleep," and after the night we had last night, it'd be well deserved sleep. "Well I felt you get up this morning, and I knew I wouldn't be able to go back to sleep..." "Well, it's what, 6? Go over to my Gran's house, I know they're awake, plus it's a weekend, they don't have to work. I'm sure they'd be thrilled to spend the day with you," I thought maybe that was a bit optimistic, my Gran could be a sour puss, "Plus they'll like you, so go for it." "Okay, baby, what's the address?" I told her. "Okay, call me when you're coming back in for the night, okay?" "You got it, honey. Have a good day. Love you." "Love you, too, Jonny. I'll talk to you later." "Bye, babe." "Bye" My girlfriend Lindsay had come with me on this little excursion, and I'm glad she did. I came in the night before from hunting and I was cold and sore as a son-of-a-bitch. I filled the bathtub in our hotel room with hot water, and got in, and I felt twenty times better as soon as I did. I sat in the tub for about twenty minutes, and the water was starting to cool off, so I washed and as soon as I got out, Lindsay knocked on the door. "Jon, your phone just rang, it's Frank," she said through the door. "Tell him I'll call him back in ten minutes," I replied. "Okay." I heard her talking into my phone, and then shut it. I came out of the bathroom in just a pair of boxers, and found Lindsay laying on our bed in nothing but a pair of white lace panties and a matching strapless bra. Let me tell ya, that's a sight that I could never get tired of. I called my cousin back after I put on a wife beater. He wanted to know when I wanted to head out the next morning. I told him as early as possible. Since we hadn't seen anything but cow elk that day, and I wanted a bull more than anything, I was rip-roarin-ready to get back out there and put my rifle to use. I didn't pay $1,300 for the thing just to have it sit around and collect dust. We confirmed a time, and hung up. It was gonna be another early day. Before we go any further, I should probably describe myself and Lindsay for you readers. I'm 5'11" tall, and I weigh 175lbs, with short brown hair, and grey eyes. I have two tattoos, on of my family crest on my left shoulder, and a Navy one on my right shoulder. Lindsay is 5'6" and weighs about 125lbs, with dyed light red hair (naturally blond), ice blue eyes, 34C, a 24 inch waist, and 34 inch hips. She also has three tattoos. One on her lower back, one on her ankle, and one between her shoulder blades. We both have fairly light skin, and we're both smokers. She's originally from Greenville, South Carolina, and I'm from Kansas City, Missouri. I met her at a car show (we were both checking out the same Chevy truck), and the rest is history. We'd been together for a little shy of a year. She's my Southern Belle that I'd been looking for since I found out that they existed. Anyway, after I got off the phone with my cousin, I laid down on the bed next to her. It was fairly early, and neither of us had eaten dinner. I was way too wiped out to go get anything, so we called for pizza. It took about 20 minutes for the delivery guy to arrive, I paid and gave him a pretty good tip, or so I hoped. I've never worked in food service. We ate and watched some comedian making a dumbass of himself on stage, which besides being really stupid and mindless, was pretty damned hilarious. After we ate, I got two beers out of the cooler, and handed her one. We both like different stuff. Miller Lite for me, and Bud Light for her. We sat there on the bed and drank our brewskys and watched the moron on the screen. After awhile, after I had finished my beer, I looked over to my left at Lindsay in her lacy lingerie, and I started thinking. I reached over and put my right hand on her left cheek and pulled he towards me. I kissed her real gently at first. Just a real soft kiss. Then I went back in and kissed her a little bit harder, and as I progressed, I started to rub on her smoothly shaved thigh. She must have shaved while I was out in the weeds today, I thought to myself. She had been a little bit prickly the night before. The first open-mouthed kiss sent a little electric wave through me. It was still like the first time, every time. We started to make love with our mouths, and I could still taste the alcohol on her breath, but that was okay, I still found her to be extremely beautiful. I took my right hand from her cheek and put it on her left thigh and pulled her onto me. She straddled my legs and continued to kiss me with a passion that would put even the most devoted activists to shame. I broke the lip lock she had on me, and started to kiss along her jaw line, and down on the side of her neck, and back up again until I was kissing her earlobe. I felt her shudder on top of me, and I started to gently lick her ear. She was about near madness. That's what I was going for. I had discovered that that spot was the same on every girl I'd ever been with. From when I was 17, and with a girl named Traci, to right before I had left for the Navy, when I was 18, and lost my virginity to a girl named Jennifer. Now a year and a half into my Naval service tour of six years, I was 19, and I was letting that experience pay off. She pulled her ear away from my mouth and kissed me furiously, and she took my hands and placed them on either side of her waist. I think that was meant for support, because right after my hands had rested there for a couple of seconds and I had a good grip, she reached behind her and removed her lacy white bra, letting her luscious 34C tits free. I could feel myself getting hard just from seeing them. Even though I'd had access to them for the better part of ten months, I still got turned on just from the thought of them. She took my hands from her waist and placed them on top of her magnificent orbs. I could feel her nipples poking into the palms of my hands, and I started to gently massage her breasts, and she leaned forward to kiss me again. She reached down under me and pulled me over on top of her, never breaking her contact with my lips. By this time, I was throbbing hard, and my penis was straining against the fabric of my boxers. I continued to kiss her, and gradually made my way down her neck with small kisses and licks, all the way down to her left nipple. I started to flick my tongue out like a snake, teasing her at first. A small breath escaped her, and I stuck my whole mouth down on top of her breast. I sucked as much of it into my mouth as I could, and let it go, then I started to suck on the nipple itself. I did that for awhile, and then moved to her right breast and did the same thing. As I was teasing her nipples with my tongue, I had started to let my hand creep down to the hem of her lace panties. I played with it for a second before moving my hand down to between her legs and stroking her snatch through the fabric of her lingerie. I continued to suck on her nipples and stroke her pussy, and she started giving little audible moans. "Jonny, come here," She said. I obliged. She tugged on my wife beater, and pulled it off. My physique had improved five-fold since I'd left for the Navy. I was running three times a week, and doing quite a few hours at the gym. I was going for just the look of being in shape, but I think I may have overdone it a bit. I had a pretty nice six pack, but I had no pecs, oh well, it was good enough for her. After my shirt came off, she told me to lay on my back. I did, and my dick went up into the air like a flagpole, just with no ensign to hang from it; unless you count a rubber as a flag. She started to reach her fingers under the hem of my boxers and I lifted my hips so she could pull them off. When they were off, or almost there, I kicked them onto the floor. As soon as I laid back flat, Lindsay took my six and a half inches of hardness and started to stroke it. "Oh, yeah," I half-moaned as she started to stroke faster. "Like that, Jonny? I got something that'll make it better..." she said. "Oh, yeah? Well lay it on me, babe," I said with a grin. She giggled and walked across the hotel room to her duffel bag. She rummaged around in it for a second and came back to the bed holding a bottle of massage oil. She squirted some on her hand and looked up at me with a 'boy-you're-gonna-enjoy-this' look. She wrapped her hand around me again, and started to stroke with almost frictionless ease. I just about blew my load after a few strokes. "Oh, damn, babe, you weren't lyin'," I said in a euphoric tone of voice. She continued to stroke, slowly now, and I pulled her so that she was on her knees perpendicular to my body. I reached under the hem of her panties to start stroking her little cooter. I got a surprise. "Wow, baby, when did you do this?" I asked. "While you were out today. I figured you'd like it," she looked at me with a devilish little grin while she stroked my cock, "You do like it, don't you?" she started stroking me extremely fast. My head had been off of the pillow, but when she did that, it hit the pillow again. "Tell me if you like it, Jonny," She said as she furiously stroked my penis. "Oh, God damned right I do!" and with that, I sat up and grabbed her by the waist, and made her trade me spots. As I was in the middle of remembering the night before, a noise brought me back to Earth. I looked around for the source, and rested my rifle on the edge of the blind. Right as I did, a cow elk, and a calf walked out into the field in front of me, about 200 yards away. I flicked the safety of the powerful firearm off, and was just about to look through the scope, to see if there was a bull around, when they started to run. I think the noise of the safety scared them off. I silently cursed, and lowered my rifle to my lap, and put the safety back on. I went back to remembering the night before. After she had traded me spots, I pulled her lacy white panties off, and saw her shaved pussy for the first time. She had never shaved for me before. She'd always leave a full bush on top, but shave the underside, because I'd bitched that the hairs got caught in my teeth. But this time, there would be no little hairs anywhere. I started by running a finger up and down her slit. It was already soaking wet. I stuck my index finger into her, and started to gently go in and out, and I got a good reaction. She started to moan audibly again. I could see her clit peeking out, and I leaned in and started to tease her clit with my tongue. As I did this, I increased the number of fingers in her to two. She shuddered and moaned loudly as I continued my finger and tongue-led assault on her pussy. I started moving my fingers faster in and out of her, and sucking on her clit, and soon she was writhing under me, letting out little 'uh's every time she breathed. Her stomach and chest started heaving, and I could tell she was close to her breaking point. I stepped up my efforts. I furiously licked at her clit, and moved my fingers in and out at what felt like the speed of sound. "Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah.... Don't stop, Jonny, don't stop.... I'm so close..." she breathed between ragged breaths. My radio beeped, Frank was on the horn. "Jon?" "Yeah, Frank?" "Keep your eyes peeled, there's a big bull coming your way. I didn't have a shot on him, so just a heads up," my cousin told me from a mile and a half away. "Thanks, Frank, I'll be on the look out. Out." As Lindsay reached the point of no return, she grabbed a pillow and put it over her face to stifle her loud scream. Her juices flowed out onto my fingers and into my mouth. I felt her muscles tighten around my fingers, and she relaxed after a moment. And she pulled my face to hers. She kissed me again, and she whispered in my ear, "I'm ready, I want you to fuck me, right now!" "Yeah? Tell me how much you want it," I said as I positioned my penis at the opening to her pussy. "I want it so---Ah!" I cut her off in mid sentence as I rammed my cock into her hot, tight, wet pussy. I pulled back out, and she gave me a 'don't stop' look. So I pushed back in, and gave her two strokes, and pulled back out. "Dammit, Jon, quit that. I want it so bad, just fuck me already!!!" she damn-near screamed. So I did as I was told. I started to pump in and out of her slowly at first, and then picked up a bit of momentum. As I did, her breathing picked up and she started getting close again. I had confidence in my abilities, but this was ridiculous. I hadn't been going for more than a couple of minutes, and I wasn't even close. She started bucking her hips to meet my strokes, and I could feel her tighten around me. She came again, with sufficient noise as to wake anyone that may have been sleeping in the adjacent room. I continued to pump her even as she was trembling from her second orgasm of the night. She held her hands over my shoulders and pulled me down so I was laying on top of her, and she gave me a tender little kiss. I continued to hammer her tight little hole, and I came out, and she stopped me from going back in. "Lay on your back, Jonny. I wanna try something new," she said as she rolled me off of her, and climbed on top of me. She grabbed my penis, and as she was straddling me, guided it into herself. This was the first time that we'd done this, and I was loving it. She started to grind her hips into me, and then to move up and down on my shaft. The feeling was like nothing I'd ever experienced before. The last girl that had been on top had been Jennifer, almost two years ago. Since I'd been with Lindsay, we'd never been in this position. Lindsay leaned back and steadied herself with her hands, which gave me a clear view of my 6-and-a-half inches of steel going into and out of her. I thought I was going to bust a nut then and there, but I made myself not. I put all of my conscious effort into not coming. I didn't, but she kept riding me like I was a particularly ill-tempered bull and she was a rodeo star. It was getting a little violent the way she was doing it, a couple of times she bent my dick in a way it wasn't supposed to be bent. So I half-way sat up and reached for her arms, and pulled her back so that she was laying on top of me again, still grinding her hips into mine, giving my cock awesome sensations. I grabbed her by the waist and rolled on top of her, my penis never leaving the confines of her pussy. She was on her back with her legs spread and I was pumping her for all I was worth. Just as I was about to come, I pulled my dick out and started stroking. I shot my load all over her flat stomach, and onto her delicious tits. I collapsed on the bed next to her, and kissed her again. She looked at me and said, "Jonny, you're all sweaty, you better take a shower, or the elk are gonna smell you tomorrow." "Yeah, I guess I better," I said in return. I got up and retrieved my boxers from the floor and got a new pair out from my duffel bag. I went into the bathroom, but didn't bother closing the door. After the water in the shower had heated up and I stepped in, I was in the middle of rinsing the soap off of my body when the shower curtain opened, and there stood Lindsay in all of her naked glory. She stepped into the shower, and under the jet of water, and started to wash my special sauce off of her. Seeing her rub all over herself, especially when she was all soaped up, got me hard as a fucking rock again. I came up behind her, and just being playful, poked her in the ass with my hard-on. She jumped a little, and turned around. She reached down and grabbed my dick and just held it. And then she pulled me under the water with her, and kissed me. I reached down and started to stroke her pussy, still a little stretched from the beating it had just taken, but she took my hand out, and said, "Uh-uh, it's my turn." I turned off the water, and we stepped out of the shower and toweled each other off. I was still hard as she led me out to the edge of the bed. I sat down and she got down on her knees in front of me. There it was. The distinct haunting nails-on-a-chalkboard sound of a bull elk bugling. It sounded really close. But that's because it was really close. There was a big ass bull standing not fifty yards in front of me, broadside. A perfect shot. I eased the safety off this time, not wanting to spook it. I slowly raised the rifle and set it on the edge of the blind. This was the time I damned myself for not bringing a large-caliber pistol with me, so I could just use it, instead of the magnum-chambered rifle. I was looking through the Austrian-made scope with the three pronged crosshairs, and my finger was on the trigger, when all of a sudden I heard a BOOM. I damn near squeezed the trigger in surprise. I looked around to see another hunter with a bolt-action rifle, not thirty yards to my right. He had shot at my elk. And missed. The bull took the fuck off, and I got out of my blind. I went over to the other hunter. "You ass, that was mine! I had a perfect shot! Hell, if I'd have heard you coming through the woods and not known if it was an elk or you, I could have shot you. Get the hell out of here!!" I was so pissed. "Oh, man I'm so sorry, I didn't know. I'll leave, I'll go somewhere else, maybe I'll see that bull again. Sorry." and the other hunter went off without even picking up his bullet casing. I bent down and picked it up. .270 Winchester. A bit small to be hunting elk, but whatever. I put it in my pocket and went back to my blind. I was gonna be lucky if I saw anything now. I set my rifle back down on my lap and put the safety back on. This was getting to be like the girl that's a tease, you think you're gonna get lucky, and then something ruins it. Oh well, I had memories to get back to. She was on her knees in front of me. My dick was staring her straight in the face. She leaned in and took it into her mouth. I thought the baby oil was good, man this was heaven. I laid back on the bed and she continued to service my hard cock. Licking at the shaft, and taking it so deep that I thought she was going to gag. I was so close to coming, and I was going to. I sat back up. "Oh...baby, that's great...Lindsay?" "Mmm?" she responded through my penis. "I want you to stroke your pussy while you do that, and I wanna watch. Get up on this bed now!" I said forcefully. She let my cock fall free, and got up on the bed with her ass facing toward me. She was on her knees, which gave me a full view of her sexy bald beaver. She reached back with one hand and started to stroke her clit, and every now and then, insert a finger into herself. Watching this was just what I needed. As she neared her breaking point again, I blew a huge load in her mouth, which she promptly swallowed. She continued to finger herself with me watching, and after she came, we both laid together at the top of the bed, stark naked, and that was the way we fell asleep. Opening Weekend Ch. 02 Note: To get to the good stuff in this story, you have to go through a little bit of fluff, as with most of my stories. Trust me, it's well worth it. More coming soon! Open Season Another beautiful mountain day in Montana. I had decided to come up again for deer season. I had spent enough money getting my out of state license for elk season, I figured I should make use of it. So I bought some deer tags, and drove up from San Diego, where I'm stationed, in my Chevy Colorado, to my cousin's place in Billings, MT. My girlfriend, Lindsay, again was again accompanying me on this trip. But this time she wasn't just gonna sit around while I was out in the weeds. I got her a rifle for Christmas the previous year, a Ruger M77 Mark II bolt-action, in .25-06Rem caliber, with a Bushnell Banner 3-9x40 scope. I had been teaching her how to shoot, and she was getting pretty good. So I went half on her out of state license and tags. So we decided to go with my cousin and his buddy Mike out into the weeds and shoot us some deer. Before I get too far into this, I guess I should give some background. I'm in the Navy, an Intelligence Specialist 2nd Class, and I'm stationed in San Diego, California. I'm 5'11", and weigh 180lbs. I'd put on some more muscle since the last hunting trip. I have brown hair with a natural blond highlight, and grey eyes. I have 3 tattoos, one of my family crest on my left shoulder, my Navy tattoo on my right shoulder, and a soldier's cross on the back of my right calf. And the Southern California sun had been very kind to my skin, as I was so tan that I looked Sicilian. Lindsay is about 5'6" and weighs 125lbs. She has dyed strawberry blond hair (naturally blond), and ice blue eyes, 34C, a 24 inch waist, and 34 inch hips. She has 3 tattoos as well, one on her ankle, lower back, and one between her shoulder blades. She was also blessed by the sun, since every time I went to the beach, she came with me. We left on Thursday morning, and between the two of us, we made the drive from San Diego in a day. (It was 5 a.m. when we left, and we arrived in Billings late that night). We stayed in the same hotel as we did on the last hunting trip, and actually, come to think of it, it was the same room, too. Funny coincidence, I dunno if Lindsay noticed. Friday morning we got up at the ass crack of dawn, and put on our gear. We grabbed our rifle cases and a box of ammo a piece and went out to the truck. As we loaded the cases into the back of the truck, I noticed the look on her face. "What?" I asked. "Nothin'. Isn't it funny that we're in the same room as last time?" she asked with a sly grin. "I didn't think you noticed. But yeah, it is. We'll see how it goes, maybe it'll be just as good as it was the last time." "Maybe.." she grinned at me again as she bit her bottom lip. I could tell she was thinking about our wild nights from our last trip. I tried to get her mind off of it, or neither one of us would be able to concentrate on hunting, much less the actual action of shooting something. "You looking forward to going out? You've been talking about it since I got you your rifle." I asked, really trying not to think back on the events myself. "Yeah, I am. I wish we could be in the same place, but you're not too far away." "No, and Frank is gonna be near where you are. He's already got our blinds set up. I'm in the same one I was in during elk season. You'll be about a mile away from me. And the truck will be about halfway between us." I said with a grunt as I loaded the case containing my rifle, a Weatherby Vanguard bolt action .308Win with the same scope as hers. I closed the tailgate, and put the cover down. I handed her a walkie-talkie and we got in the truck and drove to Frank's house to meet up with him and Mike. We got there a little earlier than we were supposed to, and Frank wasn't ready yet, so we went and had breakfast at the little pancake house down the street. It was good food, and it was cheap, so I left a good tip. After breakfast we went back to Frank's house, and Mike had arrived while we were gone, his 1993 Chevy Suburban was parked out front, and when I walked inside to get them, I found myself looking down the barrel of a rifle. "Oh, sorry 'bout that," Mike said as he lowered the rifle. It was a nice one too. "New rifle there, Mike?" I asked, admiring the fine piece of hardware he had in his hands. "No, not really," he said as he handed it to me. It really was a nice piece of equipment. A Steyr SBS in .280Rem with a Leupold VX-III 3.5-10x50 scope. It was just about giving me a hard-on holding it. "That's a hell of a nice rifle, where'd you get it?" I asked him. "I don't remember. But it shoots like a honey." Frank came up from his basement with his Remington 700 .30-06, and greeted me. "How's it goin', bud? Ready to go kill something?" he asked. A rhetorical question. "Yep, me and Lindsay both." I replied. "Alright then, let's go," he said as he put his rifle in a soft case. Mike, Frank, and I walked out of the house, I didn't bother locking the door, since my cousin Jodie was still at the house. (Frank isn't actually my cousin, he's married to my cousin, Jodie, so for convenience, he's my cousin.) Frank and Mike got into Frank's Ford F-350 diesel, and I got back into my Chevy, where Lindsay was leaning against the window, and looked asleep. "You asleep, honey?" I asked, not expecting an answer. "Not anymore" She said. Her eyes were still closed as she stretched. It was funny, even in full hunting garb she still was the sexiest thing I had ever laid eyes on. I couldn't tell you how I got so lucky. I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek as Frank was pulling out of his driveway. I had parked on the street. I put the truck in gear and we followed him out to his spot. We all got out of our respective vehicles. "You guys just wanna meet up later? Same place?" I asked. "Yeah, that sounds good. Mike?" "Yeah, we can do that." Mike said. "Alright then. What frequency are you guys on?" I asked as I pulled the walkie-talkie out of my pocket. "Channel 8." Frank told me. "Roger that. I'll see y'all later, hopefully we'll all have something to show off." I said. "Don't give me that shit, Jon, you already have something to show off," Mike said as he looked at Lindsay. "Yeah, I know. Isn't she a beaut?" I said as I looked at her and smiled. She gave me a little grin and started back to the truck. "Alright guys, see you back here later." I started back to my truck. "See you then." Frank and Mike both said. I got back in the truck and started to drive to about halfway between mine and Lindsay's blinds, when she reached over and started to stroke my cheek. "What's a matter babe?" I asked. "Nothin. Just the way you brag about me... I kinda like it." she said with a grin. "Good, cause I won't ever stop" I said with a grin of my own. We drove the rest of the way in silence. Finally we got to the spot, and I stopped the truck and turned it off. We got out and retrieved our rifles from the bed of the truck, and loaded them up. I personally prefer the 5+1 capacity (5 in the magazine, 1 in the chamber), whereas she just takes 5. We both took our boxes of ammo and stuck them in our rucksacks, and off we went. I kissed her one last time before heading out, and we went our separate ways. I got to my blind and looked around a little bit. I set my rifle in the corner of the blind (it's 3 sided), and took off my rucksack. I started rummaging around in my pack for the Tink's doe in heat urine and the cotton balls I had for bait. I started tying the cotton balls to some strings and then tying the strings to trees around my blind. I think the furthest away I put one was about a hundred yards. I had my scope set for 200 yards, so I would be okay at a hundred, just aim a little low. After I had done that, I got out the antlers I had in my pack and started making noise with them, hoping that a buck would come along. I then picked up my rifle from the corner and sat down on the 5-gallon bucket with a pad on top that I used as a seat. I put the high-powered firearm across my lap. I learned from elk season that the safety being flicked off of a weapon was enough to spook an animal, so I had the safety off. I took out the pair of binoculars that I had in my pocket and started looking around. I didn't see anything. So I decided to call Lindsay on the radio. "Lindsay, Jon" "Hey, honey, whatcha need?" "Go to channel 3." "Okay." I switched my radio over. "Lindsay?" "I'm here." "Good, cause I wanted to tell you something. I'll make a deal with you. If you get a bigger deer than me, we'll go back to the room tonight, and do whatever you want." "Oh, is that how it is, huh? Well what if I was gonna say the same thing?" "Okay then, deal?" "Deal. I'm going back over to the other frequency." "Alright." I switched my radio back over, and went back to playing with the antlers. Hoping to bring a buck closer, since the scent bombs weren't doing much good, even though there was a nice faint breeze blowing. BANG!! From the direction of Mike and Frank I heard a shot. I couldn't tell who it was, so I got on the horn. "Mike, that you?" "Nope, that was Frank," came Mikes response. I pushed the button down again, "Frank, did you get it?" "No, I missed, he's coming toward you and Lindsay though, six points." "Roger, I'll be on the lookout." I picked my rifle up off of my lap and set it on the edge of my blind with the stock in my shoulder. I started to scan the area with my scope set on 3x. I looked to the left and saw nothing, so I started to go right, and through the brush that was about 250 yards in front of me across a clearing I saw a doe and a 4 point buck. I turned up the power on the scope and started to aim. BANG!! The buck fell, the doe ran, and I just about squeezed the trigger in surprise. The buck got back up and started to run. BANG!! a second shot dropped him. I watched through the scope, and he didn't get back up. I then looked to the right, but I popped the safety on. I looked and Lindsay was walking out toward the buck. Damn, I thought to myself, we haven't even been out here for 3 hours and she's already shooting. I stepped out of my blind, slung my rifle over my shoulder and walked out to meet her. As I got nearer to the deer, I noticed a hole in the back of it's right back leg. That must have been the one that put it down for the count. I also noticed that it was still breathing. "Damn, babe, you didn't kill it, it's still alive and kickin!" "Oh, I feel so bad now! Jonny, do something!" She really did look distressed about the thing suffering. I was also feeling bad that the poor thing wasn't dead, but slowly suffering, so I did the only thing that made sense. I un-slung my rifle and put a 150-grain .30 cal bullet through the animal. I didn't move after that. "Well babe, have fun stripping this thing. I'll help you drag it back to the blind." We each grabbed an antler and started pulling. I was afraid of breaking them, but they held until we got back to her blind. She pulled out the double edged Ka-Bar that I had gotten her, so we had matching knives, and started to go to work. "I'm headed back to my blind. I'll see you later. Here," I said as I took the rucksack off of my back, "take this." It was a harness you hooked to your body so you could drag the deer. "Thanks babe. Happy hunting!" she said with a devilish little grin. She was winning our little bet. "Okay babe, don't be smug, I'll getcha." I smiled and started to walk away. I got about two-thirds of the way there, and I heard another BANG!! "Mike, that you?" I said into my radio. "Yeah, that was him." Frank's voice came back over the walkie-talkie. "Damn, everyone's fired but me, oh well. I'll get one. Out" I got back to my blind, trying to be quiet, and sat back down on the bucket. I rested the rifle on the edge again, and flicked off the safety. I then worked the bolt to eject the spent casing that was in the chamber. It hit the ground and I picked it up and put it in my pocket. I then chambered another round. I had 5 more in the rifle, plus 14 more in the box of Winchester Super-X ammo in my rucksack. I looked through the scope and saw another pair of deer in the field. These were two bucks, and they were coming straight for me. They stopped for a second and sniffed at the blood in the field, I took this opportunity to take aim at the bigger of the two. He was smaller in actual size, but had a bigger rack, so I aimed at the right side of his chest and squeezed off a round from 200 yards. The 7.62x51mm NATO designed cartridge threw the rifle back into my shoulder, but thanks to the factory recoil pad, I didn't feel a thing. As soon as I squeezed the trigger I reached up and worked the bolt, ejecting the spent casing, and reloading another cartridge. I looked through my scope again and there he was on the ground, and the other was nowhere to be seen. I went out to him after a couple of minutes and poked him with the muzzle of the rifle. Dead as a doornail. BANG!! I got out my radio at the speed of sound and called Frank. "Frank, you get him this time?" "Yep! Sure did!" "Awesome. Lindsay and I already have one a piece, and I guess Mike got his too. I'm gonna drag this bad boy back to my truck and strip him, and meet you guys at the spot. Kay?" "Alright, see you then." "Later." I reached down and retrieved my own double edged Ka-Bar from my boot, and began to go to work. It smelled just as bad as the elk had, but when the wind blew you couldn't really tell. I then realized that I was so excited about actually getting a deer that I didn't count the points. Six. Ha-ha! I won! When I was finished I retrieved another of the harnesses from my pack and hooked it around my torso, and started to drag the deer the half-mile back to my truck. I saw Lindsay already there, she was struggling a little bit with her deer, so I got to the truck and unhooked my harness. I went over to her and helped her with her deer. We loaded them both into the back of the truck "Oh, you won!" she said as she watched me tie down the deer in the bed of the truck. "Yep, I did, but we'll say you did, just for fun..." I said with a little grin. "Oh, you" she said as she leaned in and gave me a big ole kiss. Just then Mike and Frank came back. They were dragging a deer by the antlers, it was bigger than mine, 8 points. "Nice, whose is that?" I asked "Mine." Frank said with a smile. "I only could see does where I was. I just couldn't seem to bring a buck in. Oh well. There's always next weekend." he said with a shrug. "Yeah, but we won't be here. That's too bad, you'll have to send us pictures." I said. "Oh yeah, let's take a picture with the rifles and the deer!" Mike said as he went to get a camera from Frank's truck. So I had to untie the two bucks from my truck and get them back out of the bed. I did this with assistance from Frank and Lindsay. We set up the deer so that they were facing the camera and we put our rifles in front of them. Then we all got behind our deer and grabbed him by the antlers and smiled. Mike took a few pictures of us like that, and then we loaded the deer back up into the trucks and headed to the processing place. I was amazed that they were still open, it was almost 7. After we had dropped off the deer for processing, Lindsay and I headed back to our hotel room, and Frank and Mike headed back to Frank's house so Mike could get his Suburban. When we got back to the hotel room, we started to strip off all of our hunting gear. I got down to nothing but a white t-shirt and my running shorts that I wore under my pants, and Lindsay somehow got down to nothing but a pair of panties, and had another one in her hand on the way to the head. Just then I had an epiphany, something in my head said 'go join her'. So I followed my instinct. I grabbed a pair of boxers out of my bag and headed over to the bathroom door to listen. The water was already on, so I waited a couple of minutes, and then slowly eased the door open. Once I was in, I left the door open, and stripped out of my clothes. I then pulled back the shower curtain, and I think I slightly startled her, because she jumped a bit when I pulled open the curtain. She hadn't changed much in the time that we'd been together. But she looked so beautiful with her red hair all wet and down on her head, covered with suds. "Hey, babe, mind if I join you?" I asked as I stepped in. "Not at all," she said as she tossed me a washrag. I retrieved a bar of soap from the ledge and started to lather up. By the time I was ready to wash my hair (of which I have very little, but it still has to be done), she was ready to get out. "You leaving me here all alone, babe?" I asked with a rather sad look on my face. "No, not at all, Jonny, I was gonna stay till you were done... maybe I'm not clean enough, maybe you should wash me...." she said as she smiled up at me and bit her bottom lip. The little fox. "Oh, okay, let me get clean first, then I'll see just how dirty you are..." I said with a grin of my own as I shampooed my hair. As I lathered and rinsed, Lindsay stood behind me and started fiddling with her tits. She was rubbing her hands up and down her torso and over the perfect mounds. It was really arousing. I was doing my best not to get a hard-on right there. When I was done rinsing I said, "Okay, now come here and let's clean you up." I grabbed the washrag and bar of soap again and lathered the rag. I then ran it over her midsection and over her shoulders, paying special attention to her breasts, and pretending like I wasn't. "Damn, that piece of schmutz is just not wanting to come off!" I said as I made another swipe over her lovely chest. "Where?" she said as she cupped her tits and looked. "There," I said as I poked a little harder than I meant to above her right nipple "Ouch! Jerk!" she said, not looking very happy. "I'm sorry, babe, I didn't mean to do that." I said apologetically. "Whatever, you so meant to." she said as she moved to rinse. As she was rinsing, I was just kinda standing there, with this soapy ass rag in my hand, so as soon as she was done rinsing and had turned the water off, I wrung out the rag right over her head as soon as her back was turned. "OH MY GOD!! I can't believe you would do that! Jonny!" She turned the water back on and gave me a dirty look, and as I was hanging the rag back up so it could dry, she squirted me with shampoo. I had been laughing the whole time, and when she did that, it made me laugh harder. "You dork," I said as I grabbed her round the waist and pulled her toward me. I gave her a big kiss, which she returned. As we broke apart, I didn't want it to end, so I leaned back in, still covered in shampoo, and suds now, and kissed her again. Deeply this time. It was like I had never kissed her before. We were, I believe, finding something that we'd never found in each other before. I dunno what it was, but it was there. We broke apart again, and I said, "Let's rinse off and get ourselves dry, then let's get some dinner, and see where it goes from there." She smiled and turned around to turn the water on again, showing me her magnificent ass in the process. I could never get tired of seeing that. We took turns rinsing, and when we were both sud-free, she turned the water off, once again, I got a glimpse of that magnificent ass, and we stepped out and dried ourselves. As I put on my boxers I noticed the look on her face. I could tell she was horny, and she was standing there in nothing but a pair of white lace boy cut panties and a matching bra. As a matter of fact, I think it was the same set that she had worn the last time we were here. Just like her ass, it was a sight I could never get tired of. Opening Weekend There it was again. The bugling. I had the rifle rested on the blind with the safety off before I heard the second bugle. I looked through the Zeiss scope, I had it on 4.5x. I expected this big boy to be close. And he was. Fairly so anyway. Seventy-five yards. Coming straight for me. I took aim at the right side of his chest, and squeezed the trigger. The magnum cartridge kicked quite a bit, and made a loud-ass bang, but the big semi-automatic loaded the next cartridge faster than any bolt action could, and those are more accurate than a semi-auto, so I'd been told. But it didn't matter. I didn't need a second shot. The 180-grain .30 caliber slug hit the big bull in the chest and dropped him. He didn't even know what hit him. I kept the scope on him for a little while longer, just in case, but he didn't move. I collected the casing, and stepped out of my blind. I walked out to the big bull and poked him in the side once with the muzzle of my rifle, dead as a doornail. It was almost sad, an animal so majestic being taken down, but it was a good way to control the population. I called my cousin on the radio. "Frank, come in." "Jon, was that you?" "Yep. He's a beaut. I'm gonna field strip him and take him back to the truck. You got anything yet?" "No, not yet. Come to my blind after you've got him done and in the truck." "Roger that, buddy. Out." I pulled out the double-edged Ka-Bar fighting knife that I carried on my boot and went to work. It smelled really bad. But that was okay. After I was finished, I dragged the big carcass back to Frank's truck, a Ford F-350. That was the only thing about Frank. He drove a Ford. I walked to where Franks blind was, and I called him on the radio to let him know that I was coming up behind him, and not to shoot me, please. I arrived just as we heard more bugling. I figured the noise of my .300 would have scared anything worth shooting out of the area. I guess not. This bull was even bigger than mine. I was amazed at Franks luck. He raised his Remington 700 .30-06, and looked through the Leupold scope. The elk turned broadside to him and he fired. The shot hit the bull and it turned and ran for a few yards, but dropped and hit the ground. Hard. I had my Benelli up and aimed at the big bull, just in case. But as we walked out of the blind and up to the great big animal, we saw he was just as dead as mine had been. We both gave him a substantial poke, just to be sure. Nothing. Frank pulled his knife out and started to pull the innards out of the big animal, and it smelled to high heaven, just like mine did. We dragged his big ass elk back to his truck, and we loaded it up, along with mine, and we unloaded our rifles and set them in the back seat. I got in the passenger seat, and he in the driver's. We began our 2 hour ride to the processor, and then home. As we were on the way home, I called Lindsay, to tell her that I was on my way back to the hotel. She was still out with my Gran and Aunt Joann. When I got back, I got directly into the shower, and I didn't even hear Lindsay come in. Once again, the shower curtain was opened, a bit to my surprise this time. She stood there with nothing on, and climbed into the shower with me. "Here we go again...." I thought to myself.