MMMMmmmmmm good! Had to go back to the shop to build antler knobs and put inserts in 5 risers so I can work on them tomorrow. Anyway, my IA buck (other buck pictured) was shot on Nov. 10. It was warm and very windy that morning but things were really kicking in. Around 8:45 a few does came through and 15 minutes later I looked to the west and saw a buck making his way to me with his head down. I made a quick decision to shoot him and turned the camera on and got ready for the shot. Moments later he stepped out from the brush and passed by. I let out a "mmmeeaarnt" and stopped him as his pace was a little quicker than I wanted for a moving shot. He stopped in his tracks and looked right at me but it was too late. The arrow took out both lungs and he was dead in under 75 yards. I made a call to Gene Wensel and an hour later he was waiting at my truck to help track and get him out. Thanks for help the Gene.
All in all it was a great season for Dad and I. Not because of any amount of game killed, but more because of time spent together in the field hunting, tracking, hanging, skinning, and maybe enjoying a cold one after the work was done talking of hunts in years past. Phone calls at night to or from hunting buddies talking about what each other had seen, close calls and just misses were a nightly event. The season closes tomorrow and they are calling for rain all day so I left the shop early to get one more sit in. I drove to the farm and got out and opened the back to change clothes. I threw my quiver over my shouler and grabbed my bow. I made the walk back through the tree planting like I've done hundreds of times over the years. I got to the stand, looked around and up at the sky thanking God for the opportunity to enjoy His creation. A few minutes later I turned around and walked back to the car. I guess I just wanted to carry the bow one more time. 9 months and 21 days to go till the opener and I can't wait!