Last weekend was Childrens hunting weekend in Texas. My Grandson/Pardner/Trevor turned 10 on Saturday and had a party. I wasn't there. I was too busy checking on everything to make sure hunting went well. After the party, Charlene brought him to the land. I had seen 21 deer that morning and early afternoon. He got there and about 4:30 we went out to the new stand that I had built. THE HILTON! We saw nothing that evening. Next morn, before dawn, we went over to a 9 acre wheat patch and hunkered down. After about 1.5 hours of nothing, I saw a really nice buck walking along the dam about 200 yds away. No shot presented itself so we bailed out and went after it. Trevor got his gun up once but couldn't really get a good shot. The buck went over the dam and he went after it. I followed along behind. Twice he froze and I knew he saw the deer. Then he knelt down and raised his 222. After a minute, he stood up and came back to me. He had been (in his words) eyeball to eyeball with the buck twice but it had been looking at him and he froze, When he knelt, it had gone back in the brush and didn't return. He told me that we might as well go to the house and see if Grandma was up and was ready for Breakfast. Then he said that since I hadn't come to his party that I owed him a present and WalMart wasn't too far out of the way on heading to the house. Ok, we went and I got soaked for $62.20 for some kind of game stuff. Does Bokagon sound about right? Anyway, it's the newest thing. We went hunting again that afternoon but didn't see anything. That is one more successful hunt in our rear view mirror. He fell asleep on the way back to the metromess.
