Ended up having 3 doe come in. Two of which were shooters but between them fighting over the corn and the eight point I never got a clean look until after the sun went down. Then thoughts of blood trailing in the dark went through my mind and . . . Well tomorrow is another day.
Sick of working and no killing. On my way to the lease. Cold and windy but I will be in a tripod before the feeder goes off. There's no going home til blood is drawn.
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