So this story really starts back in the spring. After finding out my dad had pulled the trigger on a lease in Ohio, I start doing some research. I'm a bit of a wanderer and didn't like the thought much of being confined to 91 acres in the rut, in one of the best buck states in the country.
Hours and days of cyber scouting later, I had a handful of spots circled on some different public land areas (as well as spots on the lease) and told dad we needed to get up there and see what we could find.
He agreed, and late may found us trouncing around the most God-awful briar thickets anyone has ever seen, daydreaming of November and trying to find somewhere we had confidence in.
You'll have to bear with me, we are still in Ohio and I have been designated full time "guide" since I no longer have a tag in my pocket.
Topic: The Stickboys Rutcation Starts With A Bang! (Read 2679 times)
