So this weekend I found myself at my folk's place hunting. The only deer killed on this place in the 4 years my folks have owned it was a good 11 point my dad killed last year. As I packed for the trip, I somehow talked myself into leaving my bow at the house and just rifle hunting to make things easier. Well Saturday morning I’m sitting in the stand and great buck for the area steps out. Perfect 10 and stretching 20". I should have stuck the gun out and busted him, but my first thought was “dang I wish I had my bow!” After a long hesitation on my end, the buck headed out before I could convince myself to shoot. Not sure I could have disappointed my dad more that day if I tried lol. What can I say, bow hunting creates quite the addiction. I’ll be back for Thanksgiving, and you know I’ll have my bow in tow this time!

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