Funny Buck...Sons first Buck
Haven’t really had a chance to go to the lease much due to work and other obligations. So I took off the week of Thanksgiving and took my 2 older boys down to the lease in Throckmorton, for the week. We have had so many great outings there, and my boys have grown up on that lease. It was time to put in some work, no matter what we saw.
We hunted hard, even though the 50 mph wind was a brutal and deer movement was light to say the least.
We were on the lookout for a couple of cull bucks for the boys, and we had some pictures of a 6 point with no brow tines who hadn’t progressed at all from last year... coming in to a certain set up . I decided to brush in a ground blind about 120 yards from the feeder, since that location only has a tri-pod.
The Friday evening hunt rolls around, and me and Dillon decide set in the ground blind even though we thought it was gonna blow right off the top off us and off into the west Texas sunset.
Well, our 6 point shows up and Dillon gets the rifle up to the window and gets a good rest. This is when things fall apart.
I do the dad thing and start whispering to him to breath, wait for a broadside shot and to squeeze the trigger...Etc...Well, Dillon starts giggling every time I say something. You know the kind of giggling you and your brother do at the dinner table when you look at each other and can’t stop laughing. Obviously his nerves were getting the better of him, and this was his coping mechanism.
Well I tell him to stop laughing, which makes him laugh more. Now...I start laughing while trying to be serious and it doesn’t work. Now were both laughing as quietly as possible, but trying to stop. We can’t....I finally get serious, and while still giggling I whisper to him to get serious and make the shot. Well, he laughs some more and I start giggling again...Its futile at this point.
I had lost all hope...but somehow Dillon pulled it together and made a great shot... 120 yards and his buck fell in his tracks. At which point we both start laughing hysterically. The 2 does just stared at the blind and didnt run off. Im sure they were thinking what the heck is that noise, and why are they laughing at us. They finally eased off, and we went and looked at his deer.
Sorry for the crappy cell phone pic, but I haven’t uploaded the camera yet.
Anyway, here is Dillon and his Funny Buck.
We hunted hard, even though the 50 mph wind was a brutal and deer movement was light to say the least.
We were on the lookout for a couple of cull bucks for the boys, and we had some pictures of a 6 point with no brow tines who hadn’t progressed at all from last year... coming in to a certain set up . I decided to brush in a ground blind about 120 yards from the feeder, since that location only has a tri-pod.
The Friday evening hunt rolls around, and me and Dillon decide set in the ground blind even though we thought it was gonna blow right off the top off us and off into the west Texas sunset.
Well, our 6 point shows up and Dillon gets the rifle up to the window and gets a good rest. This is when things fall apart.
I do the dad thing and start whispering to him to breath, wait for a broadside shot and to squeeze the trigger...Etc...Well, Dillon starts giggling every time I say something. You know the kind of giggling you and your brother do at the dinner table when you look at each other and can’t stop laughing. Obviously his nerves were getting the better of him, and this was his coping mechanism.
Well I tell him to stop laughing, which makes him laugh more. Now...I start laughing while trying to be serious and it doesn’t work. Now were both laughing as quietly as possible, but trying to stop. We can’t....I finally get serious, and while still giggling I whisper to him to get serious and make the shot. Well, he laughs some more and I start giggling again...Its futile at this point.
I had lost all hope...but somehow Dillon pulled it together and made a great shot... 120 yards and his buck fell in his tracks. At which point we both start laughing hysterically. The 2 does just stared at the blind and didnt run off. Im sure they were thinking what the heck is that noise, and why are they laughing at us. They finally eased off, and we went and looked at his deer.
Sorry for the crappy cell phone pic, but I haven’t uploaded the camera yet.
Anyway, here is Dillon and his Funny Buck.
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