Mason put it together tonight. Almost. He thought he found where one of the bucks he’s after was hanging out. He snuck in tonight with a set of sticks and an old tree saddle I’ve had for twenty years. With ten minutes of shooting light he dropped his bow to the ground, including the pull rope. Dumb. As soon as he dropped the rope and looked up he could see the bucks antlers coming. Broadside at twenty yards. Lol. He said I could go in there and kill him tomorrow because he doesn’t want to end his season yet. Well, I don’t either. So the plan is for him to crawl back into that bucks bedroom tomorrow. Who knows if he will see him again and even more importantly, who knows if he’s ready to burn that tag. He was pretty excited to make a move and have it play out as hoped...almost.
It was this buck.
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