Years ago I was walking in for a afternoon hunt. Walking down a ridge I saw a spike heading my way. I squatted down in the bushes next to a tree so I didn't spook him. He decided to walk str8 to me and at about 5 feet I stood up. All hell broke loose as he took off. Didn't see crap that afternoon. Should have killed him I guess.

Last edited by MS_Hunter; 03/28/17 11:59 AM.

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