I took the friend with cancer up to hunt S. Dakota this weekend. I placed him in a stand and started off towards mine. I wasn't paying that much attention. I threw my pack on and started down the trail. I did get ten feet and a toad of a buck jumped up from the brush in front of me. The bastard was laying there watching me get my friend situated...argh!

On Saturday and once in my stand, I had 14 does and five poult walk past. On Sunday, I had ten does...I'm still waiting for a shooter buck. I'll be back up there this coming weekend for more of the same.