Got out for the first time tonight since my knee surgery. Really didn't have high expectations especially since I have not scouted this new ground we just got. Tonight started off late, we didn't get out to the field until 5:15pm. One of my stands is next to a pond damn that has a major trail running down it. about 5:45 I had a nice 12 pt (estimate him to be about 150-160 class, stuck outside his ears about 4 inches each side. He was about 50-60 yards, directly downwind with no shot but he didn't smell me.It was a blessing to see him to begin with. 7:15pm I hear what I thought was my step dad walking towards me and I was about to ask him if he saw anything, glad I didn't ask. All the sudden a 6 pt walks right underneath my stand and then stands about 10 yards downwind. Even though, I didn't get a chance to pull back on one, it was a heck of a hunt.
I will say this, my dream season suit (scentblocker) has never let me down.
Beer is on me tonight
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