The story:
My dad was with my younger brother and they were slowly walking down this old road about 2-3 miles in. My dad spotted the deer to his left on the hillside bedded down at about 20 yards looking straight at them. The area was pretty brushy but the buck bedded down in a small flat opening that fitted him only and my dad instantly saw that it was a buck but he didn't know how big. When my dad saw the deer, my brother also saw it too. They were walking side by side with my brother a little in front of my dad. My dad was to the left and my brother to the right. From my brother's view, he saw the whole rack and raised his gun at the same time with my dad too but somehow my brother tells my dad to shoot. Boom. The buck jumps out of bed and goes only 5 yards and piles up. At the same time when the buck jumped out of bed, my brother sees another deer take off and it was a buck too but my brother couldn't tell how big it was cause it was too brushy. (All this happened within a minute.) The shot was a perfect double lunged shot. When they reached the buck, they saw that it was pretty big (bigger than the usuals we would get but not big like my dad's mounted white-tail and mine that were harvested in the same area). My brother regretted not shooting the buck because this buck beat his biggest but he was the one who saw the whole rack and told my dad to shoot it in the first place. My dad would've let him shoot it but when my brother told my dad to shoot it my dad thought that he didn't have a good sight at the deer. But oh well, we're all happy that my dad got his and there's still more time to hunt and plus my brother wants to hunt the late season too.
I was guiding my other younger brother trying to get him any white-tailed deer(he's 12) but we saw only a black bear that we didn't get a shot at. We had to hike about a mile to where my dad was to help them pack out the buck.
This was the second day of the season. Just haven't taken the time to post it up.
