I recieved a call at work this morning informing me my Grandfather had passed. Dad and I have had a hard time keeping our heads up as Grandpas conditions started to worsen on opening day. Grandpa was quite the hunter and all the several dozen heads in our family trophy room serve a reminder that such heratige is passed on through the years. I left work and feeling a flood of emotion decided the best place to be is in the woods, I wanted to get a buck for Gramps. I walked out to my food plot at 11 and asked Grampa to help me find a deer and this buck was feeding unaware 60yrds off. It has been a very emotional day. Sure there are much bigger deer but this one is huge for me in many ways. Its not always points and inches. Pictured with me is my stepson, the next generation. RIP Gordon Mooney