Seems like I am always late to these parties......
We hunted through the Thursday after the rest of the crew left, and the place just kept getting busier. Both Ken (my father in law) and I were after our biggest buck of either species, or bust, and we ended up eating our tags. I did see one buck a mile back further into some road-less country one night, that would have tickled pretty much anyone's fancy. However, with only a little light left, decided the smart move was to try and relocate him the next day, rather than a bonzai charge which would have probably just ended up with me blowing him out.
We pretty much hunted on our own, but linked back up with the crew each evening to hang out for a few hours. In hind sight it would have been fun to spend a day hanging out with everyone and glassing deer for Gerald's boys, but there is always next time. As usual, I have never been disappointed with the company, and as luck would have it, even got to meet some new guys thanks to Shootsmanybullets setting up camp right next to Gerald, or maybe it was the other way around. It was like a good old fashioned deer camp, coming back to camp each evening to see who had some luck, having dinner and drinking a few beers.
Ken and I both came back to some whitetail hunting in WI and MN respectively. Ken had a rough gun season in WI, but I managed to knock down a decent buck with my muzzleloader in north-central MN. I like to still hunt during our muzzle loading season and this guy was out on the prowl for second cycle does, and unfortunately for him our paths crossed. He never knew what hit him. If anyone is wondering Knight Bloodline bullets do a number.....
