Wag,
I must’ve missed the details if you posted it before...Spill it, again!
That’s good stuff!
😎
It all started the summer of 69.......🤔
Ha,..seriously. We stopped by papa’s(dad’s) that morning and said to him “how in the world are we going to get a deer in shooting range and get a shot”!
My daughter being 9 at the time I had my doubts.
At one point she was up dancing in the blind we built..(she’s quite entertaining to say the least) and just 40 yards away a nice little fork horn saw us and decided it would be best for him to run like hell!
30 minutes later a nice mature buck shows up 100 yards down the ridge walking away. I grunt several times at him, he turns and walks straight for us. I grab my daughter, throw her on my lap. Somehow the stars aligned, he walked straight for us. Got to 40 yards, turned sideways in a shooting lane. Unbelievable to say the least!
Undoubtedly my most enjoyable hunt!
