Well we just got home from our annual 2nd week of deer camp trip. A small crew of us headed up to begin doing some pushes on Wednesday. As I tug out in archery I was in for a long week of being the dog but wouldn't have it any other way. Wednesday ended with seeing lots of doe, small bucks, and LOTS of bear, despite not being able to see any the entire week of bear season. Thursday started with a bang as my good friend dropped an old thick horned 9 point first drive, with many other bucks slipping through. Friday morning also started with a bang, but this time a miss.
Saturday morning, the last day of the season, was one I won't forget. First push of the morning I heard a rifle crack and heard my good friend had hit one hard, he was so excited he could barely talk on the radio. We recovered the deer at the end of the drive and it was a beauty of a ten point, his first buck ever after years of trying. I don't think he stopped smiling yet. Chasing These big woods bucks will always be one of my favorites, and every year I am thankful to spend this time of year at camp with family and friends!