Gun season kicked my tail.  I enjoyed it, but it was tough to find the deer!   I saw one good buck and I think that was Wednesday morning.   He went into a standing corn field. I thought I could probably find him in there but had no secured permission.   I couldn’t find the landowner until Thursday, so that’s when I went in there.  I snuck up on three antlerless, fifteen yards or so, but never did find the big boy.  
Mason went out to collect a doe yesterday morning.   They didn’t see much from the stand so Caleb walked a thicket for him and he dropped a doe at about 130 yards with the 450.  
Today Mason and Caleb tried to bump a buck to me.   I saw nothing but does and we covered a good bit of ground.   We also checked a camera and found that JR was still alive as of Friday night.  I’m pretty sure he’s the buck I saw tuck into the corn Wednesday.   Mason suggested we go after him but I told him I didn’t want to in hopes he will make it against all odds... so I called a guy that owns a little patch I have bird hunted.  He said it would be fine for us to walk it and shoot a deer.    
I told the boys I’m done deer hunting.  Mason looked at me with great disappointment.  Lol.  He knows what happens when “I’m done”.   I shoot one and could care less that it likely won’t be a big one.   We had two guys needing a deer, Mason took care of one of them yesterday, I was ready to take care of the other guy tonight.   He can’t hunt this year due to having had a mild stroke and other issues recently.    So off to the pheasant patch we went...
We dropped over a hill and a buck bounced up between Mason and me.  I didn’t get a good look at him as I was in cover over my head at the time but did see that he appears fairly wide.  I took a few hurried steps forward trying to get a look at the buck.  He had bounded over the hill and up the next before I shoulder the gun and let one fly.  He took a few more bounds as I chambered another round and foolishly stopped and turned broadside.  Bang.  He dropped.  Mason popped over the hill and asked if he was big.... I said, “nope”.   Lol.  He gave me a dirty look and took off to see my buck.    
Two years in a row I’ve had the pleasure of chasing deer on the last day of gun season with Mason and Caleb.  Two years in a row I’ve shot bucks that I would never consider shooting in bow season.  And yet again, I had a good time in spite of my own son giving me grief.  Lol.    
Here’s some pics...it was a fun and exhausting season    Now time to get the beagles and bird dogs out!