Ok, so i finally figured out how to post. The wife ended up killing her first deer ever, on the last day of general season. We hunted as much as we could throughout the season, mostly seeing only does. Then the weekend before the season ended, we had a couple small bucks cross our paths, but decided to pass on those. So we ended up going out on the last day, and this guy came through with his nose so far up a doe's rearend, he could have cared less that we were there. The wife pulled the trigger and dropped him right in his tracks.
