We were coloring pictures of the foodplot we were overlooking and discussing the bucks that were certain to step out Dakota whispered "Dad, a buck!" From our make shift ground blind Dakota settled his aim and harvested his first whitetail at 7 years old. After the shot he was trembling with excitement and adrenaline as we watched the buck go down. This moment, with my son, made my season and will be remembered for a lifetime. I couldn't be happier as I watch a lifestyle I embrace bring him so much joy as well.
