John has been out hunting since the start of the bow season.  Waking up early, hunting evenings, taking trips  and sitting in the cold for weeks, he’s had nothing but a few stories to show for all his efforts.

Finally today, four days into the gun hunt, just when I think he was starting to fear that he had some sort of anti-deer force field around him John came back to the yard with a giant grin and a big buck! Most people called it “a little eight pointer,” but John jumped up and down with a big grin and rightly said “I shot an eight pointer!”
(I probably don’t need to point out that he’s never got anything near that big before!)

Then my Dad went out and got this nice little deer of his own, but we don’t need to talk about that… …because John shot his first eight pointer ever!