5:40pm rolled around and sure enough Mr. Crab stepped out into the field. 180 yards away, facing me straight on. I was hunting over one of my food plots on the edge of the field. He came in closer to about 70 yards and he stopped and bedded down in the tall grass. I couldn’t believe it! I sat there and watched him for 20 minutes as he rested there 70 yards away. To say the least, my heart was racing. Finally, he stood up and started coming straight to the food plot. It felt like it took forever before he finally gave me a shot, at 33 yards quartering away. I hit him a touch back, hitting the liver and one lung. He ran about 200 yards into the tall grass outside of the food plot and dropped. And at that point, I officially I lost it!

Hunter Herndon

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