"It is not the critic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself for a worthy cause; who, at the best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat." ---Theodore Roosevelt 1910

Monday, September 29, 2014

First Buck

 
 


 
     There's a certain right of passage to becoming a young man in the Butler family and that's harvesting your very first buck. Brody and I had a great time on the Pahvant range chasing deer. We got to miss a little work and school. We passed on several small bucks and Brody was able to get a shot off at a 4x4 buck but missed. We were running out of days to hunt so when this buck presented him with a shot he took it. It was an 80 yd shot. As you can see, Bron wanted in on skinning it.