my buddy and his dad took me to their honey hole when i was fourteen, this is where i got hooked on slivering a deer. they showed me the exact spot where they had slivered many deer. i do not ever use that spot, even if invited. while hunting down there over the years i have been able to find my own honey hole, and i have never seen another person in there before. i told them what i had been seeing and where, details right down to the very bush that the deer fed on everynight. long story short i go to drop down to my spot and i see no deer, not even a doe. (i had always seen big mature bucks). i was wondering why they weren't there, and while i was perplexed i sat down and started glassing and something in the pines caught my attention. there was my friend, his girl friend and his dad all sitting in that exact spot. next thing i know, 4 big ol' bucks (ones i had seen day in and day out) busted up the ridge behind me. they were oblivious to the fact that they busted anyhitng out of there. and went on that night to tell me that it was the most worthless place and that i was a liar. even though he is my best friend, i won't hunt with him again.
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