My son, Howlett, came home last night pretty depressed. He shot at what he called a “monster buck” and thought he must have missed it. They looked for blood and found none.
Then all my boys went back very early this morning and found the monster about 5 feet from where they stopped looking last night. To say the least, there was quite an excitement in the air. They called Scott immediately! I then received the call from a very elated man, their dad! Scott was the first to tell me, and then came the boy’s call. What a way to end the season!