I have always wanted to kill a buck on my birthday but have never had the chance. This morning in Western Pennsylvania was a beautiful morning but the deer movement didn't match my expectations.
After not seeing anything from daybreak till 930 I decided to move out the ridge a few hundred yards. Saw a fawn under the stand when I got there. Didn't see anything else till 12 when I saw a buck cruising along the ridge but out of range. Tried calling but he didn't respond. About an half hour later As I was eating a bag of Doritos I caught movement along the ridge. This buck came straight in to me and stopped broadside at 30 yards. The arrow found its mark and he piled up in a short distance.
First kill in a while where I wasn't in a hurry to get it out of the woods and it was nice to enjoy the moment.
Traditions only last if you pass them down to your kids!