After I ended the buck's misery, I stayed in the stand for another hour or so. Joe was still trying to coax some deer my way, and I had alot to think about. Did the deer have wounds from other sources? A poacher? Could I not use my only Buck tag? Of course, I wouldn't do that, but, the thought does go through our minds in situations like that.
I lit a cigar, and enjoyed the last hunt I was going to have for awhile. I heard the turkeys, which had by now flown down from the roost, scratching in the leaves. Then I heard more off to my left, close. Dang, I gotta get the camera out, the T'gangers are gonna kill me without some pics.
It is too thick to really see them,but there are turkeys in both these pics.