Well after my son got his first deer last week, it was time to put the woman and children to bed and go lookin for dinner. On the last morning of the last hunt this guy decided to visit my corn pile, 18 yards from my pop up blind with me waiting with my cross bow. After 15 minutes of him not giving me a broadside shot, he turned and walked straight away from me, almost out of my life for ever. One last ditch mouth grunt and he turned just enough for me to slip one just in front of his back hip and out his front shoulder. I Immediately went back to the house to wake up my son and grabbed him for the tracking. For some reason, VERY little blood even with a complete pass through with a Rage. Had all but given up the track when my son begged me to keep looking. Stumbled upon another drop about 100 yards from the original shot, and the trail got MUCH easier to follow. The deer started running over cactuses and I knew he was in trouble. Found him piled up in a bottom and you woulda thought my son and I had won the World Series. What a beautiful memory. And what a beautiful ten point. (Shot in central Texas right by Lake LBJ.) Photo credit - Champ Lambin (9 year old son)
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