By Keith Schaubhut
This was Seth's second year hunting white-tailed deer, and we've spent a lot of weekends of hunting together. He's hung in there, hasn't given up, and has shown lots of patience.
We headed to Pearsall, Texas at midnight on Jan. 1 putting us there around 11:30 a.m. the next morning. By three in the afternoon, we were in the stand. We saw lots of deer; however we were waiting for the deer to get close so Seth would have a good chance of hitting his target.
He has been very good at the rifle range, however, he was nervous. He had shot at a couple deer earlier during the season, with no luck. This is why I wanted him to wait for a close shot.
We watched a beautiful buck follow a doe and come within 35 yards of us. It never presented a good shot. The doe went into the brush and the buck followed. When I used my can call, the buck came back. He got into a clearing about 60 yards away and Seth took the shot.
He made a good shot and the buck dropped after running about 100 yards. As his dad, I'm proud of My hunter son and his harvest and the memory we'll share for the rest of our lives.