Time for an update.
The last couple weeks have been absolutely horrible for my family due to the loss of my father in law. He was one of a kind. Honestly, I could not have asked for a better father in law or friend to have shared the last 25 years with. He was a fantastic grandfather too, my kids adored him. They spent a great deal of time with him. Mason in particular has learned a heck of a lot about farming, hunting, fishing, livestock selling and dancing with fat women from him....dangit, he was something else. Anyway, his sudden passing has just sucked for all that knew him. So, with us having to deal with this, deer haven't been too far up the list of things to do. We did go check a camera yesterday, and the dang thing stopped working on Aug. 3, the day Grandpa passed. Batteries and card are good, no idea what happened... So I have no pics to share.
Mason started fooling around with a Mathews Switchback that I had hanging out in the shop on Saturday. He found out he could draw and shoot it once I turned the poundage down to 60lbs. We put a sight, stabilizer and rest on it Saturday evening. We went to the first 3 D shoot we have attended this year on Sunday, and the man-child shot a 269 from the "Hunter" stakes with one of my old bows! That was with him guessing his own yardage too, glassing the targets for the ten ring on his own, etc. On the first 15 targets, I shot a 147, he shot a 145. He was talking smack like a pro... "I'm going to beat ya, dad", etc. Well there are 30 targets on a course and he lost focus on a few of them on the second half and ol dad came out ahead with a 291...which I was pretty happy with considering I haven't shot all freakin year! Mason, however, pointed every mistake I made.
We will be picking up apples this week and getting some cameras out if we get the chance, which I certainly hope we can. Our chore list has grown a good bit with the passing of Grandpa, so our priorities have probably changed a little. Mason will be shooting in preparation for the season, I'm sure. He was shooting at 70 yards when I left the house, and doing so surprisingly well. I'm glad he only had one afternoon of practice in with that bow before we went to the shoot or I would likely have never heard the end of it.
