Worked my butt off yesterday... up at 4 a.m. trying to catch a bruiser sneaking back to his bedroom, then hung four stands during the middle of the day. Worst part was sawing off about 20 branches/trees as big as my upper arm... and then hanging one more stand for the evening hunt. Finally had a couple does come by at last light, and I picked out the biggest one and let her feel the Muzzy.
She was slightly quartering away; exit hole was tight behind the shoulder. She ran 60 yards and fell in sight.
My future hunting buddy... already tagged along a couple times this year.
Matt gets in tomorrow night, so we'll try to keep the pics coming.