I’ve watched this deer from my living room window since July 6th and said, “He’s mine as soon as I can get him.” I bought my license for the early bow hunt, September 13–15, and I was ready.
Friday, he didn’t show. Saturday, my husband Robbie had to go to the hunting camp for a workday and wanted me to go with him. I told him, “No way. I’m waiting on Big Boy. He’s coming today.” He even called and tried to get me to come around 11, but I wasn’t about to leave.
Robbie came home around 4 and was taking a nap. Then, at 6:15, one of the 8-points came out, followed by Big Boy. I woke Robbie up and told him to watch out the window while I went to the front door. I picked up my bow but couldn’t get a shot. I had to go out to the sidewalk and freehand hold my bow—but I got him!
