Chris and I are notorious for taking a buck on Christmas Eve. Our Mississippi rut happening around Christmas gets us in trouble with family, but when I look back, not hunting on Christmas eve would have cost us a lot of bucks. This year was no different. This time it was dear old Dad.
The day started out great with us spotting a bald eagle hanging around our hunting area, which is in the Delta.
The morning and mid-day was uneventful though hogs were close by. At 4:30 PM a large bodied buck with a strange right side antler walked out to feed under a Nuttall tree. (I love Nuttalls, many of the trees hold their acorns until late January, dropping a little all along.)
I wasn’t sure about shooting this buck because I had already lost one wounded buck this year and the buck, though big in body and…
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