Post by Huntinbuddy on Nov 24, 2012 8:21:01 GMT -5
With work the way it is going I have not had a lot of time to scout. So yesterday morning we spent most of the morning scouting for later in the day hunt with cold front moving in. After we spent about 3 hours we moved to another area and was going to walk out about a half mile and watch a field for activity. Well the wind was blowing so strong and the rain had started so we had a little lunch and off to the original area. We get set up and in no time out pops a bobcat. "can I shoot him dad?" "if that 's what u want go for it". Aat the crack of the gun over goes the bobcat. Robbie puts the gun down and off he goes to collect the furry predator. Once back in our makeshict blind with wind howling and cold misty rain fallingthe qusetion of "Dad can we mount it?" I tell him that will take a lot of lawn mowing money ( I try ti instill in him that nothing is free that you have to work to get ahead and no free handouts) And he says no problem. So after the phome call check in process for a bobcat, gotta love cell phones, we settle in for the afternoon deer hunt. Well that did not take long. After about 15 minutes I catch movement on my right and look over and see the buck as I turn towards Robbie he is looking at the deer. He eases the Encore up and I tell him to let me know when he is ready and I will stop the deer. Ok dad I'm ready. A short whistle freezes the 5 point in hes tracks. Boom is next sound I hear as the 140 grain PSPCL 7mm-08 finds it's mark and I notice a tuff of hair fly through the air as it exits the off side. Did I get it. No doubt about that shot I tell him as I watch the buck skirt the heavy brush in a futile attempt to elude detection. After a big hug and few high fives we ease towards the trail. I tell Robbie to pick up blood trail and I cirlcl ahead looking for the deer. As i make my turn towards the trail toards the escape route I see him laying on a small mound he tried to cross heading toward cover. I holler at Robbie and he heads that way. A few pics later he gets the job of going solo on the field dressing. Cold wind, drizzling rain. A perfect time to learn not alwayys will it be pretty weather to field dress your game. Beside sawin the ribcage he did it all. It does a heart good to see the previous years lessons coming out in works. My son ( not a little boy anymore at 6ft and 235lb he is bigger than his dad) is turing into a young man.Okay enough gabbing now for the pic. Thank you Lord for all your blessings! 
