ridgetops
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About a month ago I ask my son what he wanted for his birthday when he turned eight on Oct. 27th. He said that he wanted to go deer hunting with me. So all this season I held out for one of the bigger bucks I had scouted but on Saturday I was planning on shooting the first 4 point I saw. Although I had hopes of taking one of the bigger bucks, I was really happy to take this one with my son and friend Tom there to help out. Tom first spotted this buck, then we kept losing it and refinding it again in the timber for about an hour before it finally came out at 330 yards and I was able to put it down. The smile on my son's face says it all. We ended up hiking a couple miles in some really steep, brushy stuff, with about 6" of snow, but my son never complained at all. What a trooper.
There's always next year
There's always next year