The morning of December 3, 2004 was the second day of shotgun season. It started out like any other day of hunting as I was up and ready at 4:00 A.M.
After setting all day on the first day, I was feeling kind of lazy. So, I turned on the weather channel and rested on the couch.
I awoke to my wife's question, "Karl, it's 6:30... are you going hunting?"
The next few minutes are a blur...
A bit later... Not wanting to spook any deer on my way to the stand, I opted to sit on a high bluff overlooking the creek bottom, where I had hunted as a boy with my father.
At about 7:15, I saw the buck working a scrape line at 150 yards.
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