This would be Triston's first hunt, and just to let you know, he is only six. When we woke up at deer camp that morning the wind was blowing around 40-45 mpg. Usually a hunter would not try to hunt a deer in that kind of wind, but I wasn't about to make my sons first hunting trip a bad one, so I decided to take him to the stand anyway.
We got situated in the stand at about 9:30 am, the stand was strapped to a tall oak tree that was big enough around the wind wouldn't cause it to sway.
We sat there for about an hour and I could tell that Triston was getting a little anxious to see some deer, and with the wind blowing the way it was I didn't think that we would see at all so I let him use the grunt, and the rattle bag to pass some time. The boy blew the grunt and worked the rattle bag just as good if not better than I ever had. We continued to hunt for another twenty minutes, and then decided that we would try again the following day. As we were packing our equipment into the bag, Triston spots this eight point coming towards the tree stand and says " Dad... Buck... Shoot!!." I looked down just in time to see the deer running underneath the stand, I got the cross hairs on him at about 75 yards out. I pulled the trigger and the deer fell.
This was all Tristons hunting trip and trophy, if it wasn't for him this buck would not have been taken that day in November, I would have went home if he wasn't with me because of the windy conditions. All I did that day was pull the trigger he done the rest, and that's my trophy.
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