Had to be 1984 with Dad. We were driving his bronco downa fire lane when 3 does come racing across it right in front of us. Dad yells STOPPP
of course and I ablige and almost send us in to the bank due to snow cover. He gets outs loads his gun and says turn around go back up that hill we came down and wait 10 minutes and come back. SLAMS the door shut and im like WTF he always stated when you get out dont slam the dang door. Well I turn around and no sooner get driving up that hill and hear BAM. So I turn around and get up to him and he says what are you doing back I said wait 10 minutes. I told him I heard a shot and he said it was him but he wanted to have it gutted by the time I get back. So I just sat there likea dazed 18 yr old then he laughed and said just teezing about the gutted part and then made me do it. He made me do it because 3-4 hours prior I got my first gun buck and as he put it had to gut the damn thing lol. Turns out that buck stayed back and waited to see if we were going to leave before crossing and whenI left thought we were gone. Well anyways the buck was a 4 1/2 yr old buck 8 pointer.
Not huge but for public timber company land thats a mature buck running around. I learned a lot that first year and the ol buck went down to someone who just was a tad smarter that year. Well I now have those antlers in my garage since dads passing past March and someday I will get one up north on that public land that matches.
To date just like every year, DNR ahhh year n half buck lol
Those in Wi know what im talking about.