Me and my dad came together for a hunt after having multiple heart surgeries over the years and not being able to go hunt with me. In Pheba, Mississippi, there was a buck that walked out in the greenfield while me and my dad were talking with each other. My dad pointed it out and asked me to take the show with his rifle. I hit him through lung-heart-lung. I found the deer just a few yards into the woods with one antler wrapped around a small tree that stopped him in his tracks. This was also my first buck and a memory with my father that will last forever.
