Mike was in complete awe of the situation. The first thing Mike said to himself was, “Thank you, Dad.” Mike knew in his heart that he was with him in spirit that day. He had dedicated this season to his father who had passed way since last year.
In memory of Dad
Mike climbed down and went to the spot where the big 11 was standing and found his arrow completely covered in blood from end to end. Mike eased forward into the woods where he had heard him crash and saw a sapling bent over with him laying on it.
As he walked over to him that’s when he realized he had just shot a record book buck in memory of his father. While he stood over the buck a flood of emotion and memories engulfed him. Memories of all the times he had hunted with his Dad over the past 40-plus years. He thanked Dad again and said, “This one is for you, Pops.”
A hard drag
Mike reached for his knife when he remembered that he had left his pack back at the vehicle. He decided to pull his big boy to the field wanting to get him out of the woods. He hooked his Hunter Safety System dragline to him and started to pull, no luck. He couldn’t budge him, way too heavy. Plan B, Mike tagged him, retrieved his knife, field dressed him and tried again. This time little by little he was moving him. Once he made it to the field he sent a text to a couple of friends saying that he had gotten a buck and asking for help. They drug him out to his vehicle and loaded him up in his Ford Escape, yep into a small SUV he went and it took all 3 of them to jam him in.