We spotted this one and one more about a mile off the trail and started after them. They graze at four miles an hour and these looked a little gun shy so I figure they were going about five or six. Any way I knew I would just hold my son up so I told him to go getem and I would ditrect from the top of the hill. He was right on top of them and couldnt see them I was waving frantickly keep going, he took three steps and gained enough altitude to get a look at them. He looked them over and dumped this bad dad, one shot to the heart. Hit him so hard he shed and antler. The proudest moment was when I got down there with the wheeler and he already had it gutted out.
I sent him back to College with a smile on his face and I went back to work with a smile on mine. I LOVE hunting with my kids.. Never pass up an opertunity to hunt with your kids..