What a day on stand. It's comical to me how the roles of father/kids change as we get older.
When I was a kid, I had no patience for hunting. No confidence on stand I would see something. He had to instill those skills in me.
Fast forward to today, Non stop hilarious drama on stand. First, he realizes he dropped his vape somewhere on the way in. Youd swear his world was crumbling around him.
We see doe non stop for close to an hour. Not a half hour goes by and starts with how dead the woods are and nothings around, saying there's more action in morgues than this place.
When the sun rose, the glare drove him insane and starting complaining how much this stand sucks because of the sun.
Then at 10 o'clock, right on cue for him, he has to take a dump while doe are bedded not 50 yards away.
Then an hour later he goes for his thermos, and something was wrong with it so his coffee was cold. That rant lasted 5 minutes while following up again how dead it was.
I tried to ease his mind showing him cam photos from nearby how many bucks pass by this stand. He starting laughing and said those bucks wouldn't get caught dead being near a crappy stand like this.
Babysitting all day and this is the deer hunting I live for. Drama never ends lol