December 10, 2014 at 6:18am
November 7th was a very emotional day. I woke up super excited because I had taken off work counting on it being a prime time to kill a big buck. I was feeling blessed because it was my momís birthday and I was doing what I enjoy most about this time of year; hunting with my dad. I had got a glimpse of a nice buck in the area several weeks prior and had been carefully planning on how to get a shot at him. I had even confided in a couple of my hunting mentors; one of those being my dad who has taught me mostly what I know about hunting. I took his advice for my evening hunt. My hunt was not going exactly as planned; you know one of those hunts that nothing goes right. I was running late. I made a ridiculous amount of noise walking in. I thought for sure I had scared every deer in Moore County off. Frustrated, I was sitting there anyway and all of the sudden my prayers were answered when I saw a nice buck coming straight toward me. I was so excited when that 10pt beauty hit the ground! My dad got there shortly. He was excited too but I could tell something wasnít quite right. Thatís when he told me he had just gotten a call that my grandpa was being transported to the hospital and was not doing well. I immediately got a sickening feeling. My dad tried to lift my spirits by rambling on about how nice the buck was. Standing there my dad got the dreaded call that my grandpa had passed away. There were not many conversations I had with my grandpa that didnít involve hunting. I stood there smiling and crying at the same time. All I could think at that moment was that I wish I could have shown my grandpa my buck, but I know he is looking down and smiling.