5 point buck when I was 12. I nailed the little buger, then watch him run away. I calm myself down set my bow on the hook and smiled. Then had 120+ 8 point come the same way, with no damn arrow on my bow
It is 2 miles from where i was hunting to the farm house. I think I would have set a world record I ran full speed the whole way. I called gramps and he came out and we track him down.
I can still remember his exact words.
Grampa I have a drag rope; Gramps said "Rope we do not need any rope were dragging him out by his antlers"
He gave me a swig of blackberry brandy, a tradtion to this day I do
