Yesterday afternoon my son texted me and said he has a bear laying in his food plot eating, and sent me a picture of it. He said if it tries to climb his stand he is shooting it.
5 minutes later he sends me a picture of the beer through his scope, and says it is wrecking his hunting, and it’s pissing him off.
Then a few minutes later he shoots, then he didn’t text me for a while. I asked him if we got a new rug for the Cabin? So then he says nope, but he shot a nice doe, and sends me this.
He said the bear ran off when he shot, but it came back like 1 minute later walking in on its tippy toes, and laid there and ate until dark. He made me go pick him and the deer up with the 4 wheeler. He didn’t want to get down from his stand, because the bear was still in the food plot when it got dark.
It’s memories and the stories like these that make deer camp worth it. Anyhow the big doe wasn’t as big when we got to it, he swore it wasn’t the big one he shot, but he also said it dropped in the spot he shot it. Oh well, tender meat! That makes 3 deer so for for our camp.
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