11/17/2025
Having a really hard time putting together a post this weekend. I'm having trouble putting my emotions in to words. I spent the weekend remembering the 5yr anniversary of loosing my hunting and fishing partner, my best friend, my father. He passed away late at night on the 15th 5 yrs ago. This morning I decided to grab his rifle, sit in his stand and really prayed for a chance at a buck. At 8:00 I was completely devastated, my target buck came in to 50 yards and either saw or winded me and bolted with no shot opportunity. Half an hour later I had a spike chase a couple does past me but again no chance. At 8:30 a group of does came running at me, and I figured, here comes my chance, and sure enough out pops a buck, and then another, both yearnings. I chose the fork horn and took my shot. He just sped up and disappeared into the brush. I gave it 30 minutes and went to look for blood or any sign of a hit. Looked and looked and found nothing and decided to head to where he disappeared, followed a trail into the woods, and there he was, 10 yards from the trail to my stand. Emotions then took over and I spent the next hour crying too much to even field dress him. I thank God for this buck, probably more than any other I've been able to harvest. Just remember, a trophy isn't always measured by the score!
