Hunted with my father for the first time in years. We hunt swamp land and nearly don’t have the time to harvest trees, let alone deer. My area where my blind sets was a mess, so my father allowed me to hunt his blind with him. He spotted this tall tine and modestly wide spread 8-point. His wife nicknamed him Jameson (reasons unknown, I think they just wanted to celebrate with Jameson Whiskey). Anyways, my father coaches me as I’m scoping does, calling them out one by one, and all he keeps saying is,”Don’t worry he’s coming, he’s coming…” The rest was a whirlwind of emotions, I can’t believe I placed a hit. The best part of thee entire hunt is, we both shot at this shooter eight. So technically, my first mountable deer, would also be my dad’s buck (he took a few shots with me). Cheers and good luck everyone, stay safe!