A hunter and his friend were sitting in a tall tower > stand near highway 481 in Maverick Co., TX, early one > > cold December morning. Suddenly, a huge buck walked > out over the corn they had spread in the > senderos w/a tailgate feeder. Moving quickly, the > hunter carefully aimed the Leupold scope on his 300 > Win > Mag at the unsuspecting buck. > > As he was about to squeeze the trigger on this deer of > a lifetime, his friend alerted him to a funeral > procession passing slowly by down highway 481. The > hunter pulled away from the gunstock, set the rifle > down, took off his hat, bowed his head, and then > closed his eyes in prayer. > > His friend was stunned. "Wow, that is the most > thoughtful and touching thing I have ever seen you do. > You are > indeed the kindest man I have ever known, and I feel > lucky to call you a friend." > > The hunter shrugged. > > "Yeah, well, it was the least I could do, after all we were married for > 35 > years."