Please do not view this post further if you are not okay with seeing a dead deer.
He got one this morning! I heard the shots from the house. (He was way back in the second upper pasture, but I knew the shots were coming from the right direction.) His dad was out there somewhere, but he never found Ross, so I sent Weston out to help him get it back to the house after Ross called on his cell phone. (This is where a four-wheeler would come in handy.) Weston (not a hunter) claimed he wasn’t touching it, but he did help and they took turns dragging it back. This is Ross’s first deer.
It will be checked and taken to the high school for processing. Venison headed my way! Yay!