On day five of Mom's hunting trip, we took the morning off and Mom and I hung out. Dad went pheasant hunting with Josh and didn't get anything! In the afternoon, I stayed with Adam and Kim and Mom and Dad went with Steve and Tyler for a jeep ride. They spotted one small forkhorn buck, but nothing bigger.
On Day 6, Mom and Dad went out by themselves again in the morning. Mom passed another buck up at 50 yards - it was a good decision, because at the next glassing spot, Mom spotted a giant buck across the canyon. This was the one they had been after all week. The buck slipped into a small canyon to bed down for the day and Mom and Dad made their move. However, after an hour of stalking, the buck had vanished from the canyon! Mom was bummed, Dad was even more bummed! They both came back to hang out with me for the rest of the day.
On Day 7, Mom and Dad went back to look for the giant buck. They saw lots of deer and Mom missed a shot at a nice buck at 125 yards. She forgot to dial her scope back to "zero" and the bullets sailed harmlessly over the buck's back. Dad reminded Mom that "Experience is the best teacher, but the tuition is costly!" Later in the afternoon, Mom and Dad made a stalk on a really wide buck to 400 yards. Dad wanted Mom to get closer, but at 275 yards, the buck spotted them and headed off into the sunset. Sorry Mom!
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