Slowly the last of the bucks faded into the brush with the fading light. Gathering my gear I stepped outside the blind and into the edge of the clearing.
I'd wait there for my ride and be in a better position to take on any pigs that might show up. It's always a possibility and one I'd gladly capitalize on if given the chance.
But that wouldn't happen this night or any of the rest for that matter. Soon I could here the faint rattling of metal parts as John's truck made the slow rough approach up the road to my blind.
As it turns out hunting partner Greg Dudley had worked a little majic at his stand site and we'd be there to share that with him.
Here's a picture of the natural born killer... and Greg looking on.
I like to think that if you did a Google search for "happy bowhunter" you'd be taken to this picture.
Beautiful buck Greg.
Then an important tip for everyone. If you don't have a deer of your own get in the picture with everyone who does.
Larry, Jeff, Greg and me...and of course Nacho the wonder pup.