After the first night in the stand ,papa, shot this spike. The next morning we went into the swamp were we knew it had gone. after an hour or so of looking in the water and mud ,papa yeld to me "john will you come help me with this log i think Nana would like it" in my head i thought he must be nuts im not dragging a log out of the swamp. As i got closer i saw there was the deer.Right in the middle of a swamp with 2 feet of water and then 8 inches of mud underneath. Maybe the log would have been easier to take out. from left to right(David/brother,me,papa)
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