Family memories are the best part or hunting 

John Gibbs 

Jason Loblein

This was my very first harvest with my Dad.  I was getting discouraged after sitting the day and not seeing any activity.  It was almost dusk and to the point where we were about to pack up.  We had about a half hour left to legal hunting time and a 7-inch spike came out from the back of the field where we were sitting.  I looked at my Dad and remember telling him, "There's a deer!"  He looked through his binoculars and sure enough, it had horns.  At that point he looked over and said, "It has horns!  It has horns!  Get ready!"  I knelt down to steady my .308 and put my eyes on the target.  I shot and the buck went about 50 years before laying down.  I did give myself a scope kiss because I was so excited when I saw him kick that I tried to look over the scope at the same time and it came back and got me on the bridge of my nose.

500 pts · Deer — Robyn Leighton