Over the past two weekends my family and I have been hunting in central Minnesota with a group of people. As a group it was kind of a slow year but for me and my brother it turned out pretty well. With my brother getting two does within a couple hours and missing in between, he was covered in deer that afternoon. But for me, my story came on opening morning at 7:20. A buck, that I could only see was one I would be willing to shoot, chased a couple does past me sprinting through the woods and he happened to stop running and jog for about ten feet and that's all it took for me take the shot. But what really made it awesome was when we found him 75 yards from where I shot him, he was way bigger than I even imagined and will be on my wall in about a year.