So me and my son Collin, 7 years old, went to the woods this afternoon trying to get him a good buck. At about 4:40 a single doe stepped out and started feeding. We watched her for a good while with Collin sitting in my lap and me whispering to him. Teaching him about her body language and actions. She started looking back in the woods and I told him a buck may be coming. Sure enough, after watching her for 30 minutes or so, a deer stepped out. I could tell it was a buck but didn't know how big. I looked at him through the scope and knew it'd be a great deer for Collin. He asked how many points it had to which I told him I didn't know and he should just concentrate on shooting the deer. Well, like any hunter at some point, he made the mistake of looking at the rack and got a bad case of buck fever. Bless his little heart. He was shaking so bad and going, "ohhhhhh ohhhhhh". I tried to calm him down but just couldn't. He got a little upset that he couldn't finish the job but I assured him it was okay. He asked me to shoot the buck. I tried to tell him "no" but he just insisted because he was so disappointed in himself. I shot the buck which turned out to be a nice 9 pointer. I've killed bigger but this deer will have a lot of special places in mine and Collin's memories. We're going to do a European mount on him and hang it in Collin's room, at his request. Gentlemen, THAT is what hunting is all about.
