Sitting in my tripod Sunday morning this guy comes out. Never seen him before nor do I have any pics of him. After an hour of studying him, I decided to cull him, as I felt confident he was 3.5. We have a bunch of these 6s and 7s running around. Teeth wear proved him to be 3.5 as well.
It was a perfect morning for bow hunting. Light breeze in the right direction made drawing back a cake walk. My Easton tipped with a 2 blade rage hit him hard behind the shoulder. He leaped forward when the arrow hit him and right into the feed pen fence. It threw him back on the ground where he finally gathered himself and ran about 50 yards to call it quits. Definitely not my best with a bow, but I'm plenty proud of him still.
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