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It has been a while, ok a very long time since I have gone hunting with my dad. I know it has been at least, I think 7 years. I don't think I have got to go since we have had kids. Well, today I got to go with him. We pulled up to a 10 pt buck laying under a tree. This is were I think he wished maybe a guy was with him. I thought it was a donkey. He was huge and had big white ears with a black nose. I couldn't see the rack with the mesquite trees. Anyway we got out and slowly made our way through the mesquite. Finally we made it to a tree we were going to hide behind and when we looked he was gone. I made my way around and there He stood in all his glory with two doe. My dad came around took a couple of deep breath and nailed him. This is also the moment I am sure my dad might have wanted a guy with him. I started jumping up and down, yelling "you got him, good job!" high fiving him all over the place. After calling his friends we field dressed it, I kept asking if we could take the heart for the boys to see. We didn't... Then we (my dad and me) had to load this 200 lb or so deer to the back of the pickup. We did it after several tries and one time it falling off and hitting my eye with his rack. All worth it, I got to be with my dad when he finally got the 'Big one'