1st bow hunting weekend with the family

Sunset

Sunrise

Stormy skies (went right around us)
Sunset

Camo out baby

We had a great time last weekend. Mark went bow hunting again this year and he took the whole family. Rooster wanted to go so bad and he is old enough to go. He didn't complain much and was as quite as a 7 year old could be. He didn't like much about getting up at 5 a.m., but he did it. P.S. Mark won't take him when rifle season hits. He wants him to be older.

We saw a lot of animals opening weekend, but all were to far away with a bow to shoot.

One buck was laying under the trees right off of the road. Not but 50 feet from where someone was camping. Mark scared him to get him away from the campsite. Five to Ten minutes later Mark and the buck found each other looking straight on from 30 yards away. He was wishing and hoping he would turn, but he didn't and Mark took a shoot anyways and missed. The arrow went right between his legs. The feathers tickeled his chest as the arrow went down and he jumped and ran off.

Mark is off all next week maybe he can bring us some meat next time.