We thought we'd head out to our lease and add a stand so we can finally hunt on the property. I thought we'd be out tonight hunting, but it was too wet to get the truck down. Once we got there we saw a 8 pointer right in the gate. Crockett handed me his rifle to get him, but he bolted before we had the chance.
Once we parked, we were going to walk to the stand site. We were stopped by this grunting and ruffling of trees. We were sure it was a hog. To our dismay, it was a poor spike stuck in the fence line on the opposite side. It was terrible. His chin was all cut. Crockett went to find some wire cutters. As he was doing it the spike unhooked himself.