I blew a chance at a nice 20" 8 ptr yesterday afternoon while sitting in a funnel that I've had action in over the years. Rain started, and I started to fix an umbrella to my tree. I heard noise and froze as I watched the shooter buck approach to 25 yds. He didn't make me, but he sure knew something wasn't right. Although he didn't leave in a panic, I know I'll never see him again...

On the brighter side, Ruby and I tracked a nice 8 pt buck for a friend yesterday morning that otherwise would have never been recovered. We found the buck burrowed into a thicket of deadfall pines. My friend stood just 20 feet away and could not see the buck - I told him Ruby was chewing on his buck, and my friend kept saying, "you're kidding me, you're kidding me", lol. Neither of us could imaging how the buck got that deep in there, we had to break 2" branches to get him out.



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I'll still be bowhunting while the men of iron drive the remaining bucks into their foxholes.

-fsh