This past weekend was the youth (gun) deer season in Ohio. One of my son's friends had finally talked his Dad into doing the Hunter Safety course and getting their licenses. They asked if we could hunt together since we had a few years experience. Since we're all friends, I thought it would be a good idea and it was. We set up about 50 yards apart watching different areas.
Around 10:00 we heard Levi shoot. After waiting a few minutes we walked over to them to see if we needed to start tracking. They were just calming down enough to start moving and filled us in on what happened. A young 8 pt had appeared from behind some bushes and walked right at them. It finally turned at about 20 yards and gave them a broadside shot. The buck dropped right there, thanks to a good, double-lung shot no tracking needed.
After some congratulations and high-fiving, it was time to get to work. Levi's Dad had forgotten his "military knife with serrations" at home. So, Levi pulled his knife out of his pocket. I'm not sure what brand it was, but it sure looked fancy. He tried to start cutting in, but the knife couldn't even get through the skin. At this point, my son, Nick, pulled out his 110 and handed it to Levi and said try this.
Of course, the 110 did the job with ease with both Levi and his Dad commenting on it. I think they were planning on going to pick up 1 or 2 for themselves when we were all done.
Even though Nick and I didn't see any deer other than the one Levi shot, it was a great day. Nick said it was one of the best hunting days he's had in a long time and that was after we helped carry the deer back to the vehicles (1.5 miles).
I'll apologize now for not providing any pictures. I don't like posting other peoples pictures on the Internet and didn't think of taking a pic of the bloody 110 until after it was cleaned up.
Around 10:00 we heard Levi shoot. After waiting a few minutes we walked over to them to see if we needed to start tracking. They were just calming down enough to start moving and filled us in on what happened. A young 8 pt had appeared from behind some bushes and walked right at them. It finally turned at about 20 yards and gave them a broadside shot. The buck dropped right there, thanks to a good, double-lung shot no tracking needed.
After some congratulations and high-fiving, it was time to get to work. Levi's Dad had forgotten his "military knife with serrations" at home. So, Levi pulled his knife out of his pocket. I'm not sure what brand it was, but it sure looked fancy. He tried to start cutting in, but the knife couldn't even get through the skin. At this point, my son, Nick, pulled out his 110 and handed it to Levi and said try this.
Of course, the 110 did the job with ease with both Levi and his Dad commenting on it. I think they were planning on going to pick up 1 or 2 for themselves when we were all done.
Even though Nick and I didn't see any deer other than the one Levi shot, it was a great day. Nick said it was one of the best hunting days he's had in a long time and that was after we helped carry the deer back to the vehicles (1.5 miles).
I'll apologize now for not providing any pictures. I don't like posting other peoples pictures on the Internet and didn't think of taking a pic of the bloody 110 until after it was cleaned up.
