Friday, November 12th felt like a good day. I woke up and decided I was on a mission to kill a doe.I ventured back down to my permanent stand and five minutes before legal light, a lone smaller deer hopped across the strip. Either a lone fawn or maybe a yearling buck or doe. Regardless, it didn't give me any time to steady the crosshairs.
Dad and I went into town just after lunch and got the paper and a couple groceries then we were back out to The Hill. I realized I hadn't sat SE of the landing in an evening hunt - so I tried that. No deer. Something just wasn't right. That concluded day 7.
Mom shot a yearling buck at about 4:30pm.
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