Ok Salty....
Last evening we were back after the blackies.
I had Thomas in position overlooking a bowl where we had seen several nice bucks over the past few weeks.
I would snoop around the backside of the ridge to see if they were using a different area.
After scoping out the ridge to no avail, I look back to where I left Thomas, a peek through my Swarovskis showed him excitedly waving his arms.
I hustled back over to Thomas' location to find that he had scored on his first buck ever. (with a bow no less!)
He told me that he had made a good shot, but I thought that we should give him a while to stove up.
After a half hour or so, we moved down hill to find Thomas' first buck.
I was so stoked for Thomas.
He on the other hand was real quiet.
I asked him why he wasn't showing too much emotion.
He said that he was afraid that he had let me down because he didn't hold out for a bigger one.
He said that he always sees me ogling over trophy sized animals and thought I'd be upset at him because he had shot a young buck.
I guess that was a reality check.
I said to him "Son, I am as proud of you right now as I could possibly be". "Don't ever worry that you let me down"
I gave him a big bear hug and packed his first buck off the hill.
I'm so proud to call my son a "Bowhunter".