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In August, my oldest son, Benjamin convinced grandpa (GL Drew on these forums) that he was ready to make his first knife from some scraps he found lying around the shop. Here's the thread about his first knife...
Well, today I raced home from work so we could take advantage of the last two hours of sunlight since muzzleloader season ends on Sunday and we have family coming into town Thursday. We saw a small buck cross the field behind us so we were watching the woods closely when a pair of does came through the brush. Ben got himself settled into position and I couldn't be more proud of how he handled the fifteen minute wait until the deer stepped out of the brush. She turned away just as he shot, but the ball passed into the abdomen just ahead of the hind leg, passed through every major organ and lodged behind the breastbone. She ran maybe 50 yards before dropping. A beautiful big deer and Ben had the opportunity to field dress it with his first knife!
I'm not sure who's more proud, Ben, me or Grandpa!
Well, today I raced home from work so we could take advantage of the last two hours of sunlight since muzzleloader season ends on Sunday and we have family coming into town Thursday. We saw a small buck cross the field behind us so we were watching the woods closely when a pair of does came through the brush. Ben got himself settled into position and I couldn't be more proud of how he handled the fifteen minute wait until the deer stepped out of the brush. She turned away just as he shot, but the ball passed into the abdomen just ahead of the hind leg, passed through every major organ and lodged behind the breastbone. She ran maybe 50 yards before dropping. A beautiful big deer and Ben had the opportunity to field dress it with his first knife!
I'm not sure who's more proud, Ben, me or Grandpa!
