This story starts back on January 2 on my Arkansas Duck Hunt. The ducks really weren’t cooperating this year so my host Britt seemed to be itching to deer hunt. I asked him to come to Bama and bring his family and he took me up on the offer. He really wanted to get his daughter Kennedy a deer.
The Brewers arrived to pretty poor weather conditions but the deer seemed to be moving. After a Friday night dinner at the Half Shell, they were driving down the highway near the rockpile at approximately 10pm when a large buck crossed chasing a doe. Britt said the deer was focused on the die and allowed them to pull up to it, and count its points! He said it was enough to fire everyone up.
I was able to come down Saturday night. We cooked a fine steak and made a plan for our Sunday am hunt. That night, we prayed for a good hunt.
We woke Sunday to high winds with a front pushing through. I dropped Britt and Kennedy off and gave them instructions on how to get to their stand. I advised Britt to stay alert as they were sitting on a fence line and the shot, if presented, would have to be a quick one. After saying good luck I made my way to my stand.
As I got into my stand, I was getting situated. I noted that I could see my field but I had a few minutes before I needed to be ready….that’s when I heard the shot. I thought to myself, boy that’s early…hope that person didn’t have an accident. A few minutes later, I texted Britt. Did y’all shoot? He replied “Kennedy killed a 15 point”. Then sent me this picture. 
I was down from my stand and on my way in 2 seconds flat.
When I arrived Britt told me this story:
He said they made it to the blind and he got Kennedy in and got her settled. He placed her gun in the shooting rest and immediately unzipped the window. At that point he sat down…breathing hard and shedding clothing. Glancing out the window, the silhouette of a deer stepped out at 50 yards in the lane. Instinctively he raised his glasses and immediately saw it was a buck, horns outside the ears. He turned on Kennedy’s optics on her scope and told her to put the crosshairs on this deer and take the shot. She was already there! Magically the deer did not keep crossing but turned and eased toward the blind. With the crack of the 6.35 Creedmoor rifle, the buck dropped in its tracks. Britt ran to the deer and it hit him, she had taken the deer they saw Friday night.
We stood around for about 30 minutes admiring the deer. I will treasure this conversation the rest of my life. It was a father daughter moment for the ages and I was there to bask in the glow! As for the deer…it was one of those that truly got bigger by the moment. Pics were sent and return texts came piling in!
That afternoon we did some posing.
The deer rough scores 144 3/8″ and is our property record!
That pm, well Jenn got in on the action!
It was a great trip for the Brewers.
Sharing Indian Creek is the best part.
Till next time,
Neal aka 2019’s guide of the year
A Message from Indian Creek 