My son got his best the other day. He said he was already out of the blind, back at the truck, n loading everything up. Looked down the road n saw this boy cruising for does. He then got the rifle back out, got the wind rt, n then put a sneak on him. He said he got with in range but some of the farm implements were a ways behind him. He then had to wait for him to move into the brush n offered a good shot. One well placed bullet later n my boy had his best on the ground.
Called my bud a taxidermist n now me n the wife are done Christmas shopping for him!!!
The only problem is that his son; my grandson which I posted his first last month, was not too happy. “I’m kind of happy for dad, but why did he have to shoot one bigger than mine!!!!”