So after CA left I had a few days to work, sleep, and generally recover before The Arkansas Guys came in. They are friends who started coming up to duck hunt years ago and that relationship has morphed into several hunts, trail rides, and fishing trips a year all over the country. I look forward to their emails because there is always a picture and a story.
The first time I hunted with them I was amazed at how when I said, “Kill ‘em” they jumped up and actually killed them. No question that is unusual among guys I’ve taken duck hunting. Then a few years later I was with one of them in the spring when an old tom came in way too close. He was a foot from the tree line and only a few feet from the shooter. As situations like that tend to do, it went bad. The tom spooked and in an impossibly small window my shooter leaned forward and rolled that tom at a dead run with a borrowed shotgun. They are killers.
This year was quick and dirty. First morning, bam:
He rattled the buck in after it looked like it would pass 100 yards in front of him. Unfortunately his first shot opportunity was nearly straight down which caused him to whack his cam on the stand when he shot. The shot was back a bit and high, but the recovery wasn’t hard. Life is good.
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