Monday produced only one shot heard .
The rest of the week was almost the same . When we went out to the truck . Any one stopping were all saying the same . WTF
On Friday I was the only one that we heard shoot . Then yesterday which normally is constant volley of shooting was as quiet as a church . Where we hunt is field upon field of standing corn .
That being said . To the story .
On Thursday my brother had a glimpse of a buck going through the woods . But could not convince him to come over for a look at the sweet thing beckoning him .
So Friday we went in with a plan . If he decided to skirt around Scott again he might pass within distance for me . Unfortunately the buck did not read the plan .
Around 9:00 I called Dad and Scott to check-in . Dad was saying something when I heard a faint snap . I looked over my left shoulder and there he was not 20 yards from me . What seemed like hours he moved inch by inch . Stopped to scratch an itch on his butt with his antler . About this time a helicopter is approaching very low and LOUD !! He looked up at the sound with no alarm , then took his necessary step forward . I don`t think he even heard the shot .
He ran only 40 yards and luckily right towards the trail before he perished .
He was stinky with rut . After field dressing we checked his stomach and he was right full of corn .
He doesn`t have a lot of points but he was a very good sized body .
At 75 years young Dad posing for a picture .
My brother/Closeup doing some hauling . It is good to have family out hunting . My nephew/ his son made it out for a couple of days .
Dad resting his legs for a posed shot .
Our traditional toast after a successful day .
Even though we did not get a bunch of deer it was a very successful week off with family . And family is all that matters .
