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This year after the annual Drury Outdoors fall meeting, we decided to head straight down to Georgia and take advantage of the early season in the south before cranking it up in the midwest. That Sunday night we had a east wind which is terrible for where we hunt, so it forced us to a small orchard of Sawtooth acorn trees on the edge of a small pond. Sawtooth acorns are large acorns that are like candy to the deer, they are the first acorn to fall and when they start falling you better be there. I didn’t have a lot of mature deer pictures near this set but figured we would try it since it was about our only option with this wind.

As Bobby and I sat there watching the first few deer come into the field we were laughing about how this hunt almost didn’t happen. You see Bobby had bought a ticket leaving on the 7 o’clock flight from St. Louis, as had I. Only difference was mine was the 7 a.m. flight and his ticket was for the 7 p.m. flight However, he thought he was on the a.m flight and boarded and left with us but didn’t realize that he was suppose to be on the p.m. flight until his bag never showed up at baggage claim. He checked with the airline company and they admitted they had made a mistake by letting him onto the wrong flight  and would mail him his bag. So bobby should’ve been sitting on a airplane instead of a Big Game Treestand when I told him, “here comes the Big 7 and I’m killing him.” The Big 7 was a buck that I had an encounter with last year when he was at least a 5 or 6 year old 8 point. He had been on the hit list 2 years, his body was big but his rack put him in the management status and on our farms we believe in age before beauty. It’s your job to harvest those bucks when giving the opportunity and here was mine.       

I grunted the Big 7 to a stop at 20 yards as soon as he stepped in the field and watched the Rage put him down. First blood had been spilt on the 2011’ season and the death march had begun for the Lindsey’s.