After he aced his biology test the day before, mom let us “skip” school in the afternoon for us to settle in for an evening hunt. The neighbor had been sending us almost daily updates of a nice 8 point slipping by her house on a fairly routine basis. We were as motivated as ever to put our hands on this deer. A beautiful day was unfolding with occasional snow, sun and stories shared only between father and son that were “blind” worthy. The boots were off as we warmed our feet with our little buddy as we prepared for prime time. A bet was made on who would spot the first deer, and within 10 minutes, we spotted him about 175 yards out in some tall grass. The initial look through the range finder didn’t tell the story on this deer, but the moment the sun hit him, we knew. Logan was about to get another shot at his first buck. With two great opportunities over a couple of years racing through his mind, he settled himself into the scope with whispers of “aim small” into his ear. We let our blessing come into closer range to 125 yards when the Michigan classic .30-06 let out a boom. Instantly down, tears of joy and relief overcame us as I knew my son of 14 years was experiencing one of those life moments never to be forgotten. After a moment of prayer and thanks to those who walked these hallowed grounds before us, we made the short proud walk towards our target buck. Patience paid off, and admire the commitment of this determined 14 year old hunter. You shot straight today son!