I passed up a little buck opening day this year, because I had two big boys I was after.
I passed up a medium buck second weekend, with the hope that another big one I had seen might come through.
I ate tag soup. My daughter ate tag soup. My son ate muzzleloader tag soup. Yet we all combined hunted more days this year than we have in a long time.
Last year, the kids put two monster bucks on the ground within the first 4 hours of the first day out. Now that was a lot more fun than tag soup!
