Goes to show that when the rut is at its peak, bucks really do lose their mind at times.
Except when I chase them!...then they always know it's time to run????
So, in the end, they got the buck out of the gulley, placed it on the truck and took else where to gut and clean.
Turned out, later that night when I got back to camp, that it was in fact my daughter that got my father to shoot.
Had he been alone, who knows...that buck may have crossed the road several more times.
Maybe one of my friends would have taken him....or maybe neither would have?
But, when the buck crossed the road for the 3rd time, it was my daughter repeatedly saying "Opa, take him...take him....take him"!!
Have to say, being a Father now, it makes me proud that she is finding hunting something she enjoys thoroughly and something I hope we
can share for many years to come.
As a Son, I cant be any happier for the man who brought me into this lifestyle, as his passion for it is immense, and his respect for people
and the wildlife around him is never questioned.
Couldn't happen to a better guy, and a great bunch of friends to help him out!
My father and his little sidekick!