We started hunting a new area in SW Washington this year. We spent several days this summer and early fall looking for deer and learning the lay of the land. My 8th grade daughter really got into hunting this year and made is out nearly every day. After hunting from sun up to sun down Friday and Saturday we decided to sleep in, leave the house at 9:00, cut a truck and trailer load of wood first, then hunt. We finished cutting wood about 1:00, ditched the trailer load of wood on a landing, and headed to our favorite spots. After walking and glossing for a few hours we decided to hunt back to the trailer and head home. Approximayely one mile from the trailer we stop and look at one last place. As we walk around the corner there he stands, broadside at 50 yards. My daughter was so excited. My dad was with us as he is most days. I shot this buck with my grandmothers pre 64 model 70 in 308. Needless to say we had to put him on top of the wood as the truck and trailer were full. After all those days spent in the woods this year and not seeing a buck it felt as though a higher power and the angels who watch over us made this one happen. It sure feels like one of those events that was, "meant to be". (She took her orange off for the pic 😀)
