The only deer I saw was a button buck that ran in and out of a little thicket about the size of two semi tractors parked side by side, that set above a little pond. I told my two sons that he was still there before we left for home I'd take him for breakfast sausage. Well he came out of that thicket with about an hour of shooting light left, so at 75 yds I took the shot with my rifle setting on my "trigger sticks" I put the crosshair right on his neck, and fired, he colapsed and that was it BINGO SAUSAGE TIME!!!!!!
Today it is rainy and colder, so wer'e not in the woods, but after this front wer'e back after more meat.
My boys are like "dad you always get the first deer",...my daddy didn't raise no fool.