There’s no better hunting experience in the world than watching the thrill on your kid’s face when they harvest their first deer. 
On Saturday, Parker took his first shot at a whitetail and completely missed. Buck fever kicked in and the shakes got the better of him (a feeling I know all too well). He got really down on himself, but chose to not give up. We went back Sunday afternoon and he made a great shot just 24 hours after a disappointing miss.
To say I was proud is an understatement. 
His Papaw was pretty dang proud too.
