9/13/15 I went to check my camera yesterday, and I was so surprised! I had a huge buck that had split G2s and had a really wide rack. I knew when I saw that buck I had my mind set to kill that deer. I will sit in my stand all day if that’s what it takes to kill this deer. Then I got to thinking if I was going to talk about this deer I needed to have a name for this buck. “I think I’m going to name this buck Tank,” I told my family. “That’s the most ridiculous thing I ever heard,” my family said. I didn’t care what they thought about it, I just thought it was a good name. Tank was at Spencer County, surrounded by many crops to make him grow, and get bigger. In the picture I could tell that this was a healthy mature deer. I haven’t ever killed a buck in Indiana,
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9/27/15 “I hope to see something today,” I told my dad. “I think you will,” he said.
I just thought to myself and was hoping he was right. Whenever I got up into my stand I got my gloves on and camo face paint on. I turned my hat backwards because I think that helps think it's a lucky hat. Just about 25 minutes of legal shooting time I looked out and saw a really wide rack. I knew he was out there a good ways. I felt confidant that I could make the shot. I slowly picked up my gun and rested it against the tree. I zoomed my scope into 4.5 (maxed out). I aimed at dead at the heart, but I was shaking so much. Whenever my gun went back down, dead on the heart I pulled the trigger. I looked outside my scope and he dropped. I just smoked my first buck ever in Indiana.
“I got him, I got him,” I excitedly told my dad while shaking.
“Atta boy,” he said. I called my brother to tell him to. He was hunting with my friend from Newburg.
They were really excited. My dad showed up just 20 minutes after I shot him. I knew somewhat where he was lying but not for sure. Where I thought he was lying it was about 90 yards. “Are you sure you saw him drop?” my dad
9/27/15 “I hope to see something today,” I told my dad. “I think you will,” he said.
I just thought to myself and was hoping he was right. Whenever I got up into my stand I got my gloves on and camo face paint on. I turned my hat backwards because I think that helps think it's a lucky hat. Just about 25 minutes of legal shooting time I looked out and saw a really wide rack. I knew he was out there a good ways. I felt confidant that I could make the shot. I slowly picked up my gun and rested it against the tree. I zoomed my scope into 4.5 (maxed out). I aimed at dead at the heart, but I was shaking so much. Whenever my gun went back down, dead on the heart I pulled the trigger. I looked outside my scope and he dropped. I just smoked my first buck ever in Indiana.
“I got him, I got him,” I excitedly told my dad while shaking.
“Atta boy,” he said. I called my brother to tell him to. He was hunting with my friend from Newburg.
They were really excited. My dad showed up just 20 minutes after I shot him. I knew somewhat where he was lying but not for sure. Where I thought he was lying it was about 90 yards. “Are you sure you saw him drop?” my dad