I have been trying all year to get her on a buck, we had seen plenty of does and she passed on every one......saying, "Daddy I want a buck".
This past weekend it happened.......On saturday we were at camp in Winona overlooking a food plot when her buck walked out. I was hoping she would not look and get excited about the horns..............wrong.
She looked thru the scope and her head popped up and she spun around and said daddy its a buck, I calmed her down and told her to take a deep breath knock the safty off and squeeze the tringer. After the shot I would have swore she missed, the deer did not act like it was hit at all.........dad was wrong perfect heart shot. 5 point half of his rack was broken off one side........still she had her buck. Oh it was 120yrd shot.
Sunday we came home and the afternoon she wanted to go out to our farm and hunt her food plot..........my brother had seen a pretty 8 point on it about 3 weeks ago and we had hunted it hard since then but never saw the buck. Well that changed at 5:20 when he casually walked out 65yrds from the stand and started consuming some clover. She saw him first and was sticking her gun out of the stand before I could say anything.
She said I got him in the scope dad and I am gonna take him..........Boom........"I got him dad he did the death kick".......this is what she calls the mule kick a deer does from a heart shot.
After a little tracking she had her 2nd buck of the weekend.
I can not express the feeling you get when you see one of your children succed in somthing that you hold so near and dear to your heart. Last year I broke down and cried when she shot her doe and it was all I could do to fight tears back this time.
