Ken,

I wished we would have got it on video. I had already unloaded him into the back yard and positioned him in front of some shrubbery as a backdrop to take a few pics. I walked inside, and my wife said "Matthew, Daddy's home. What did Daddy bring you?" And he started saying "a buck, a buck..." over and over. (I had called her from my stand a couple minutes after the shot to let her know my day had just got a lot better).

We opened the back door, and he could see him from the back porch. He took off running at top speed, yelling "A buck, a buck, a buck!" as loud as he could. He got to him and started jumping up and down, and then dropped down behind his head and spent the next five minutes holding him like you see in the above pic. Priceless.