Nov. 6th was a "perfect" night to be bowhunting. It was just one of those "deer" days when you knew it was going to happen. I saw deer but nothing to shoot at so I slowly made my way to my son's stand. When I got to where I could see the tree, he wasn't in it. I was almost to his stand when I lookde about 50 yds. out and saw him, sleeves rolled up, just finishing up on his buck.
I stood there and watched just thinking about how it seemed like yesterday when I was making a bow for him out of crab apple and rubberbands. The first time actually hunting together. That first deer with a bow. Now I was looking at a man that is teaching his kids to do the same things I taught him. Just then he looked up and gave me the big grin and thumbs up.
God has been good to me and being a part of this is why "I'm out there."