So You're Telling Me There's a Chance...

Chad and I went hunting yesterday afternoon and had quite a bit of luck.  When we first arrived to the corn field and were walking down to the blind, four does came running up the hill.  They got within 30 yards of us and didn't quite know what we were.  They stopped right on top of a hill, so I couldn't take a shot, but it had to be one of the coolest experiences being that close to them with nothing else around us.

We made it to the blind, and after sitting there for a while, we heard (what we thought to be) a deer run up to the side of the blind and stop right outside.  We didn't have all of the windows open, so we couldn't see what was out there.  It never did make its way around to where we could see, but it was definitely hooves that we heard.

When the sun was setting, four does came out of the tree line from the southwest running northeast (right in front of us!).  Chad had his binocs on them to see which one would be the best to take.  After that was decided, the rest was history.  Perfect shot from about 40 yards.  What a beautiful deer!

With our hunting permit this year, we were given a bonus tag, so there's still a chance that we could get Ol' Mossy.  We plan on trying again on Sunday.

FT  FT  FT...FFFFFFFFFFF (snort wheeze)