A foot of fresh snow cancelled school today, so me and my oldest boy hit some private land to try to fill some antlerless tags.(day off for me too)

A quick recon showed where the deer had entered a cut corn field from a network of runways. LOTS of deer. Apparently, when they cut the corn, they did not get all of it.

With a snow shovel we hollowed out a spot in the snow, and using some natural cover, and believe it or not, a white sheet, we soon had a very acceptable blind fifteen yards from a heavily used trail. It blended in perfectly. A steady NW wind would carry his scent perfectly away.
I left him with his bow, a stool, and a rummage sale bed quilt transformed in to a quiet but warm
homemade "heater body suit". (Flowers on one side, and white on the other) He opted to put the white side out    

I found a spot 100 yards away, and with the shovel, did the same thing, minus the sheet.
I was hidden good, and was confident it would work. From my position, I can partially see my son.

Action started early. 3:15 pm.

I see him move, and SLOWLY lower his body suit.
To his right, I see movement.
Through an opening, I see a deer, right on the runway.

His bow is already at ready, and I watch his upper limb come back. At release, I see the deer kick it`s back legs up, and run straight into the field, and as it begins a turn, it`s down.
His second traditional deer in as many years.
He gives me a thumbs up, and sits back down. Thirteen years old now, but I remember him as a baby.

About 4:00 pm, I`m thinking about getting his deer, and being home well before dark, when I see legs through the trees. Soon, three deer are in front of me, single file. I am on auto pilot.
I remember picking a spot, and see my arrow flash where I wanted it. She won`t go far, I say to myself. I have taken dozens of deer, but I`m shaking top to bottom. Until today, I had not taken a deer this year. I would have never dreamed things would turn out so well.

His bow is a 60" Predator, drawing 42 @ 27".
Mine is an old friend, close to 70@ 29 1/2".

Both arrows hit almost exactly the same position, but it`s interesting to note that his deer travelled less than fifty yards, and mine covered well over 100. (Right in the pocket.) His broadhead was an Eskimo, and mine a single bevel Abowyer Bonehead. His arrow did not pass through, and mine did not even slow down. Good blood from both.

I hope the picture works. (I have had some problems posting pictures, my wife is helping)

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A good read, thanks for sharing.

I like that picture! Very nice!

Congratulations!!
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Nobody going hungry around there.  

Awesome work guys.  Quite a team.  Aren't you freakin cold!!!

Wow! Does'nt get any neater than that. Congrats to the both of you!

What a day!  Congrats!

     
Congrats!

That's what I'm talking about!  I know you are a proud papa!  Saweet!

That's extremely cool...congrats!!  It doesn't get any better than that                

Absolutely AWESOME!!! It really does not get much better than that. What a way to spend a day          

Awesome story! Thanks for sharing with us.

Very cool!

You are blessed in so many ways! Congrats to you and your son. It looks like you'll have to dig a third blind very soon, too.    

   

       

That was way cool.