Congrats on a gread Grandad Grandson hunt,I used to go with my grandad and hold some very very dear memories,it'll stick with your grandson for the rest of his life.That buck could have been just a 2point with an eyeguard that could be covered with a baseball cap and mean just as much if not more in 25 years than a monster shot years from now.My grandad is gone,I have one of his deer heads hanging on my wall,I see it and it floods my mind with memories of deer camp,the time he tried to show me the big buck on the hillside that I couldn't see,the riding around in the truck from drop off spot to pickup spot,The tricks we played on my uncles with my patented "Buck" Track stamp.The time I was the birddog and pushed a nice four point right to him that he blew the heart out of at 300 yards while it was on a dead run.The time the guides in montana nicknamed him "One Shot Bob" for his prowess as a rifleman,a rifleman he was but it was the icewater than ran through his veins he had a Slaughterhouse for 50 years and quite possibly killed more animals in his lifetime(90 years) than the collective whole of this reading audience at 100+ per day for 50 years.I'll ALWAYS remember the geometric lesson on killing animals " Imagine a balloon hanging from a string on the withers boy,evaluate the angle of the animals body and punch a hole through the center of the balloon.I never shot a deer that went more than 10 feet after being shot,so I guess he taught me something good or I was lucky.
It's been years since I been deer hunting and the biggest reason is I always did it with Family, Grandpa,Grandma,Great uncles,uncles well the fun is all gone now only in the memories and pictures.I've taken to the birdhunting and birddogs,and in birddogs there is a saying " Run ain't everything" In this thread right here the big picture to me is " Antlers and width ain't everything".
