Jake V
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Comical sequence from a few years back. I had made my annual trip to Midwest to deer hunt and was hunting hard, every day. I’m talking full day sits, for 4-5 consecutive days in the same spot hoping for 1 of the target bucks to show up. One morning, my nephew needs to be accompanied by an adult, so I begrudgingly agree. I even told him, if a monster steps out, I’m shooting it without hesitation. Because he’s with me, I switched from the stand I’d sat the last few days, and have to sit in a box with him. Within hours, he’s bored, cold and wants to go in. Simultaneously, my brother who owns the land gets a cell pic of a big one at the stand I had been sitting and sends it in group text. I immediately wanted to climb down and walk back to that stand. Instead, it’s determined my other brother, who was driving down, would sit in the back stand for the evening. I walked my nephew to the pickup point, and returned to my stand. I hunted all day. About 1-2 hours before sunset, my brother arrives, walks past me to get to the back stand, and within minutes I hear a series of gunshots. He wacked the big one on camera. He’s hooting and hollering and drove his truck down to pick him up. While I want to be happy for my brother, I’m a little sour. The next morning, it’s raining and I decide the spots ruined for a few days and I’m going to sleep in. We pull cameras later, and the very next morning another giant walked the same trail, just an hour before I got in 
