I've spent most of my deer hunting career with my uncle John by my side. John is a very talented mechanic, machinist, electrician, plumber..... there are few things he can't do. He helped me change the breaks, rotors and calipers on my truck while being very sick in bed. I'd walk in, wake him up and ask what a certain "thingy" was and he would in great detail explain how I need to replace it, or remove it. My mechanical ability isn't my major selling point in life, but I'm good with following instructions. His impact on my life is an undeniable one.

Field hunting isn't for everyone, you sit and wait, and wait, and wait until finally something either gets hungry or gets bumped and runs for cover. So, it has the ability to go from zero to sixty real quick. My uncle has had some great success in his hunting career as far as getting deer the freezer goes, but up until recently he hasn't really gotten the chance to get a good buck. Things changed a few seasons ago as we sat on stand, my grandfather to my left and John to my right. The boredom must have set in because John and my grandfather were sawing logs, admittedly my eyelids were getting heavy too. 

Before the season started we agreed that I would get the first shot at any legal deer, we take turns. As I fought sleep something suddenly caught my eye. It was the trot of a good buck as he made his way for shelter in a pine grove across from our stand. I bumped John and told him "good buck, shoot it". I didn't even move for my own rifle as I watched John settle the crosshairs of his old Redfield scope on the bucks neck, his Browning barked death as the buck tumbled to the ground. We were both so excited we were shaking hands and hollering at the first good buck taken off the farm in years. 

No TV buck monster, but a great deer for us.