Have already told the story about me and Dad (his old Stevens 110e 30-06) going hunting. Have also promised to keep everyone posted.
The season opened Nov. 21. Have spent every spare minute out in God’s country. Have either been to picky, or to far away, to bag the monster! My buck tag turns into an antlerless tag after Sunday. Gonna be 12 degrees in my stand tommorow with no wind, according to the local news. Have plenty of land to walk, and rumors from the neighbors of a 6x7 white tail on a trail cam (pic was a little fuzzy)! If I don’t get him, I’m gonna kill one of his ladies, Just to get even!
