December 14,2020 was the coldest and windiest day I can remember hunting. I usually always sit those days out due to the fear of running a target buck off. Something just kept telling me to go and that it would be my chance to kill this dream buck. I went and the weather was brutal, wind just kept shifting directions and About 20 minutes left in the hunt, my dream buck came in with does. I am a very spiritual person and spend most of my time trying to listen to what the creator is telling me