Son killed a doe on our first sit of the year. 23 yards, quartering away double lung shot. She ran 30 yards, got whoozy and tipped over. We quartered and deboned her, sacked her up in game bags and packed her out. A good pack out, only a half mile back to the truck which was parked up on the ridgetop.
I saw a buck, a good one too. However he came from behind me and got my scent at about 70 yards and bugged out. A beautiful day in the woods with my son.
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Every normal man must be tempted, at times, to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin slitting throats.