Well last weekend I took my middle son for a hunt and we got a spiker. My youngest, Hunter who is 3 was most peeved off by this and I had promised to take him out this weekend.
It was a pretty crappy weekend but what the hell its all an adventure isn't it. The morning was mostly full of foggy rain but we persevered and it eventually cleared. We started see the odd deer around...............
Hind and fawn.
Three hinds.
Hind and fawn.
We were really looking for a spiker though but nothing showed itself, despite lots of looking.
Hunter glassing.
In the end I decided to knock over a smelly old billy goat. Hunter had a blast and that really is what its all about isn't it? Here is Hunter with the victim.
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