While some Samanians were surfing epic waist high peelers on Friday after Thanksgiving, I switched up quivers and headed out for an afternoon session in the tree stand in pursuit of a whitetail buck. With a light NW wind at the perfect angle and daylight fading, I saw this buck sneaking around the backside of the thick swale behind my stand to investigate the grunt calls that I had been making all afternoon. He was slowly working his way along the edge of the field and stopped within 30 yards of me. BOOOOOOOM! Victory never tasted so good. Another epic self absorbed mid-western adventurer mission accomplished.
Mike Sispera
1 comment:
Nice one dude! Super stoked to have some of that vension you'll be cooking up.
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