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We are fresh off our first kill and things are looking good. Then Mother Nature throws us a knuckle ball and a SE wind. Sitting a stand called the Missing Peg in the morning and normally a stand that time after time produces a lot of deer, shows us a doe and two fawns. Not impressed and hoping to switch up the luck we move to a Biologic Food Plot with hopes the deer will hit it with the low pressure system coming in and with rain expected. Having sat all but an hour of light and not seeing the deer movement expected, the excitement from Johns kill was wearing off.

The sun was finally setting behind the trees and dark was shortly arriving before finally getting a glimpse of horn in the distance walking a field edge right at us. With dark getting close we knew we had to do something to get him to close the distance. I smashed the horns together, breaking off chips of bone and finally getting the interest and getting him to close. We watched him walk into the food plot from two hundred yards away to only turn and start to walk away. Needing to do something fast, I reach into my pocket and grab my call and grunt at him. He makes a quick turnaround and is committed to coming closer. With light dwindling and knowing a distance shot is what it is going to take; I ranged him at 57 yards and pulled the trigger. I watching the Lumenok fly and finally make contact and watching the deer run off with the lighted spear sticking out only to see the deer fall 50 yards away. Immediately the adrenaline and excitement pulse and the Frank Brothers have done it again. The only thing that can be said for our season is that someone was watching out for us and this year is dedicated to the late Steve Rumley.