My oldest, who just turned 7, was able to finally put his hands on his first deer Sunday evening. He was over the moon about killing his first after bloodying one up earlier in the season with no recovery. The little fella has put in a bunch of time this season waiting for this moment. Dad has held him off on several occasions because of poor shot angles and etc. I caught a lot of grief from the youngster but I think now he knows Dad was just trying to give him the highest odds that he could. I got fairly emotional when we called Mom after him killing his first turkey back in the spring so I tried my best to hold it together this go round. I had done well until I climbed back in the stand to get our stuff and heard him praying over the deer. I tried to get my camera out as fast as I could but was only able to catch a portion of it. At that moment the kill was secondary to the entire experience. It makes Mom and I extremely proud of the young boy he is growing up to be. image1 (1).jpgimage4.jpgimage5.jpg
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