On my first day out this season, I prayed the Lord would send a nice buck if it be His will. We had a group of does in front of us at legal shooting light. Fifteen minutes in, my husband whispered, “Big buck, big buck!” He was coming in north of the does.” I saw his rack through the scope, but the does blocked the shot. As he started to quarter, the does suddenly parted like the Red Sea. The rest is history.
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