|Lefty on Nov. 13th|
On Saturday morning, I drove around to pick-up Dad and he was already standing at the road. I notice he did not have his bow, so I inquire to its whereabouts, thinking he had left it in the tree (he is getting older you know!). He causally says that he laid it out in the field...on top of his buck! He then points out in the middle of the green wheat field, where I see his first arrowed buck taking a dirt nap!
Jeff a.k.a Ol' Pudgy Thumb rolled into camp late on Saturday night. (Seems the whole marriage thing has put some cold water on his hunting!) After a late night around the campfire, he headed to the stand vowing to shoot the first thing with antlers that crossed his path. True to his word, by 8 AM, we got a text declaring he had shot his first buck.
No doubt we had a great weekend, one which will be relived in story for a long time, "Remember when the three of us all stuck bucks in the same weekend..."