Dad's buck.

My father, Ron, got this three pointer Saturday morning. He tagged him down in the riverbottoms where I shot my first deer with a bow, same tree. Earlier in the day he said he missed a small eight pointer, when his arrow hit a branch. That was early morning, this one came in after a lunch break, he shot the buck with his long bow, it walked away and circled back where he put another arrow through both lungs and it expired sixty yards away. Congrats, Dad.



Maybe we can get some pics of Andy's deer too, he is my brother and shot a ten pointer, if I'm not mistaken.