Thanksgiving morning buck my son (15) killed in deep East Texas while hunting with his grandfather. He has killed quite a few deer before at our place in south Texas. This is the smallest by far. But none as special as this one. Since he was two, he has hunted on my wife’s family’s land that his grandfather grew up on and that had been in their family for generations. He was hunting with his granddad, who is 87 years young, thanksgiving morning when he shot this buck. He ran about 100 yards despite a perfectly placed shot. He followed the blood trail and recovered the deer.
My son and my father in law have hunted together countless times for over a decade — yesterday was the day it finally paid off after numerous close calls, passing on deer who weren’t wide enough to be lawful, and plenty of hunts without seeing much. Typical East Texas hunting
I’m so proud he was able to get a deer with his grandfather. It reminds me of hunting with my granddad, which are some of my best memories I think about often. So this makes me smile. Hunting isn’t about the harvest. It’s about everything else. But this is a great bonus and will be a core memory for him.
At 87 I’m not sure how many hunts my father in law has left. So in my book it’s a special deer. 16 inch inside spread. Broken g2 on right side. Young deer. 2.5. But I’m going to euro mount it for him any way.