About 5:30 I hear a deer snorting from about 50 yards behind us. It either smelled us or heard Brendan snoring.
I woke him up and alerted him that a deer was in the area.
A few minutes later the deer vanished.
I speculate it was the other doe from earlier in the morning.
At 6pm, Brendan exclaims, "Dad, there's a buck!"
I look out my left window of our blind and sure enough at 20 yards stood a High 8 point buck. The buck heard Brendan talk and froze in that position in the field.
I gently reminded Brendan to be quiet again. The buck went to ease mode and closed the distance to 12 yards from the ground blind. I studied the buck over with my binos and Brendan sat motionless, quiet, and frozen behind me. I scored the buck as about 120 inches (about a 17 inch spread) and told Brendan I was not going to shoot it because it was too small. A couple second later the buck turned and trotted off from where he came from. He was pleased with another deer sighting.
As darkness grew so did the end of our day.
Our morning hunt was from the same blind and we just saw a single turkey.
At noon, Brendan and I departed Camp and headed back to our world of Reality.
My father stayed an additional day and took a doe last night (#6) from the very same blind.
In all, 4 hunters in Camp and 2 does down this weekend.