My grandpa has been baiting the property for my cousins and I to hunt. He has also put a lot of work into taking my cousins and my sister and I out to try and get us deer over thanksgiving for years with some success when the migration is on. This buck walked in front of my grandpa and I and I figured I would let him shoot it. It had been several years since he has taken a buck and this was the perfect opportunity because I, his grandson, was there to help him take care of it. One shot dropped him where he stood.