I took the Wee Man to Kittaning this morning for the youth hunt. At about 7:45, a big 8 pt showed up and spent 10 minutes visiting until it sauntered off. At 8:30 two walked in below us about 60 yards. He set up and squeezed off a shot. BANG! Flop! It looked like someone yanked a rug out from under it! There wasn't a solid piece of heart left. I'm proud of the rifleman he's becoming.