Oh My God! Here's what happened. We got in to camp and everyone hunted Wednesday afternoon with no success. The hunters stumbled from bed Thanksgiving morning and hit the woods with no success again.
Early that afternoon we had a Thanksgiving Feast.
Lots of people, lots of fun and Wanda supplied a meal fit for kings. Afterwards there was still enough time to get in a late afternoon hunt. I hunted Spike Camp and at 4:30 I heard a loud gunshot from the Secret Field.
Oh Hell, When Trent came in he had this giant 200 lb. 8 point!
Holy Crap, what a monster! That night we celebrated and at 4AM every foot in the house hit the floor ready to get after them. I, of course am not seeing crap. At 8AM
I hear a rifle start blasting at the Crossover! When I get in, Paul has got this big mammer-jammer 8-point!They are killing me as the rain sets in, but I am out there beating the woods to a froth trying to get a deer when gunshots erupt all around me. Drew and Erin come in with this 250lb. monster hog.
I look around and my young daughter, Sarah, comes up with her very first deer!
She was hunting at the Gamewarden Stand with Michael and Wanda and shot the deer perfectly right at dark. What a wonderful night!
That's all the action, will add more pics later. A truly extreme hunting Thanksgiving.