My younger sisters boyfriend Marcus has been hinting around to dad and I for the past few days that he wanted to go deer hunting for his first time. It would actually be his first time hunting period. I decided to take him along this morning. So there we sat in our shooting house, he and I overlooking what would usually be a 800 yard field in front of us. But as it turns out it was so foggy I could barely make out the brake on my rifle hanging out of the window. Around 8:30, the fog is burning off and I get a phone call from my dad who was sitting a few hundred yards away. He was giving us a heads up on a good buck coming our way. We hung up. Keeping an eye out in the direction he'd be coming from the phone rings again. Dad says there is a spike headed into the field we were watching. About mid sentence, I interupted him when I saw this buck come into the field. I watched him for a few seconds trying to predict where he'd go and how I could get Marcus set up for the shot. The deer ended up on my side of the shooting house and coming around over my left shoulder. I told Marcus to swap seats with me and get positioned. This seemed like it took six years for him to get situated as he is a lefty and it was very awkward for him. After settling in, he snapped off the safety and sent the 155 Berger towards the buck. Slamming him.. Followed by high fives and hell yeahs. I was proud of him.
A few shots from a previous morning in the rain from the same shooting house.
A few shots from a previous morning in the rain from the same shooting house.
