So Wednesday came and went, and Malachi still didn't have his deer (even though he had had several chances). He was starting to get worried, but I assured him that he'd be fine - "Relax, buddy, we can go out Thanksgiving morning early and see if we can find you a buck."

And sure enough, we did. By 8 AM we had this fine fellow in the bag - nice clean lung shot, and he never even knew what hit him (way too busy chasing a couple of does - there's a lesson in that, boys!)