Running dogs one morning, I watched a big buck across the woods going straight to my daddy. When I looked to him, he was peeing and hadn't seen it yet. I kept watching the deer get closer and closer and he was still peeing. Finally he put up one weapon and got up the other and went to shooting. He shot him up a little and another guy hunting with us killed him, a nice 11 point.


May the sound of hounds never die!