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By Joe Mayers
I want to dedicate this story to the man that got me into hunting – my dad, John Andrew Mayers Jr. My dad and I shared the passion of hunting and were always on the lookout for that next big buck. I lost him one week to the day after I harvested my deer. He only got to see the pictures of the buck from his hospital bed.
On Aug. 31, 2007, my 17-year-old son, Adam, and I went to \”our spot\” in northern Utah to build a blind and to scope out the area. We decided to build two blinds – one in a small grove of birch trees and the other in a small grove of pines. After we set up, we decided to stick around to watch and see if anything moved into the field.
The next day, we went back to our spot around 5:30 a.m. While we were waiting for the bucks and dosing off, my son quietly yelled, \”Dad! Dad!\”
I looked up and saw an outline of something in the field.
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