So, I took my younger cousin out a few times last year and he saw deer, and missed a buck. He was looking forward to hunting this year almost as much as I was. We sat opening morning and didn't see any deer. He got off work a few hours early Tuesday night, called me and said I need to get in the woods. We went out to the new property I picked up and got into the stands around 5:30 pm. He called me around 5:45pm and I had no idea what he was saying. He was screaming into the phone... He said I just smoked the big one. I asked him what he shot, and he yelled the big fugging doe, I just shot her. Dude, that awesome, but you need to try and be quite. after about an hour and 15 minutes I walked down to him, and we started looking. We couldn't find any blood or his arrow. After 30 minutes, I found some blood, and shortly after he found his arrow. good blood all over it, COVERED. It turned into a hour long tracking job as the rain started falling harder and harder. We got to a point where she had circled around and didn't know what way she went. I started shining the flashlight around and found her. As I said there she is, he ran up to me and started hugging me and jumping up and down. I have to say that made my year. He put a good 25 yard shot on a 3 1/2 year old doe. I let him know he can't hunt my properties anymore. LOL! just thought I'd share the story of a happy first harvest.
