Today was a good day. A beautiful crisp morning, about 30 degrees, little wind, and a spot to myself. I sat in the corner of the field on a slightly elevated hill overlooking the area.
This got started quick. About 10 minutes into the hunt, it was still dark, but a deer had made it's way out in the far back edge of the field, walking the treeline. It took awhile before I was finally able to tell it was a buck. He weaved in and out on the far treeline. Never offering a shot. I gave a few grunts at him and he stuck his head out, but again no shot.
I waited a few minutes and grunted again, then suddenly from my right another buck came trotting right into the field. He was certainly a good buck so a quick whistle stopped him at a slight quartering away shot, the bullet connected, I and the now 45 year old bolt action had done our jobs. I was anxious for the shot, but after I watched him go down in the field about 30 yards from where I shot him, I got the shakes for about 15 minutes.
This is the best buck I've taken. I'm not too picky on the deer I take as I enjoy the meat, but taking a good buck now and then feels pretty good too. It was truly a blessed hunt all around. Couldn't have planned it any better.
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