



It's 5:30 AM, 10-10-09. Me and my 11 yr old son are having the usual deer hunters breakfast of champions the Glazed Honey Bun. We pack up and head out the door on the Youth Hunt in our area. We find a light fog and the temperature at 64 degs which is somewhat cooler than the previous mornings. He is Amped up and so excited. This is his first hunt of the season after harvesting his first deer, a Spike, from the previous year. We arrive at our usual parking spot, and the woods are already alive. As the excitement builds, its all we can do be quiet and slip into the Box Stand over-looking a lucious green foot-plot due to all the excessive rain. Its now 6:00 AM. As we slide the window open and take in the fresh air, its a father and sons perfect moment. Its still dark out, but daylight is apporaching fast. At 6:40 I tell him I see something under the feeder. He eases his rifle out the window, looks through his scope and says it looks like a big doe dad, but about that time, whatever it was he saw, bolted and ran. His smile went from right side up, to up side down. I said, be patient son, we have only been here 40 minutes. Then the next thing I know, he says dad, I see one! IT HAS HORNS DAD, IT HAS HORNS! So in my best, its ok be calm voice, I say, you know where to put the cross-hairs, when your ready, take the shot. BOOM! Down went the first deer of the season. A great shot, A great 8 point buck. The deer fell only a few feet from where he made a perfect shot with his 243. After several minutes of sharing the father-son moment, we exited the box stand and walked up to his first forked horn of his life. With tears in his eyes and a grin as big as a Louisiana Sunrise, he looks up and says Dad, this is the Best Day of My Life....