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Well, maybe with enough entries I'll have something that counts for something. My hunting partner went without me yesterday, had 4 or 5 seconds to shoot at a boss buck that crossed the powerline as far off as he could see from that particular stand. I was at work and it was torture reading his texts updates, unable to go help. He drew blood but there were only 3 drops. I've seen that before, and it sounds like a leg hit to me. I asked if he was interested in going today and if he thought the same deer might cross in about the same place at about the same time. He said it might, if it loses its mind, but nonetheless we went, he to the same stand as yesterday, and I to the one he normally hunts when we're together.
I got up in the stand and screwed on my scope sunshade, cursing myself for not bringing a hat (the rising sun is straight ahead from this stand). I then put on my gloves and was fishing in my pocket for my phone for which I broke the belt clip earlier in the week. It was in my left pocket, so I looked to my left, a direction I don't normally concentrate because it's so open across the field. Here comes a buck out of the far woodline. I put up my scope and decided I wanted to take him, but he was pretty far for a shot from the stand. He was walking at such an angle that he would get a little closer to me as he crossed through my field of view. I was watching him walk through the scope, trying to decide if I wanted to try to yell and stop him, when he stopped to shake off much like a dog does to get the water out of its hair. As soon as his position was stable I touched the trigger, and down he went. I snapped a picture of the view from the stand. The white spec in the center almost on the horizon is his belly, zoomed in as far as my phone would. I stepped it off on my way to go snap more pics--248 paces.
When we got back to my house, I had laid my Muck in the back of his truck bloody. We share a passion for firearms but not so much for knives. He is more the type to use his Buck he bought used 30 years ago. I was carrying some packs of meat the processor sent home with me up to the freezer in the garage, and he comes walking up with my knife in his hand. I had forgotten about it. He said, "Boy, you're not likely to break that one. That's a pretty thick blade." I just said, "Nope; better not."
I got up in the stand and screwed on my scope sunshade, cursing myself for not bringing a hat (the rising sun is straight ahead from this stand). I then put on my gloves and was fishing in my pocket for my phone for which I broke the belt clip earlier in the week. It was in my left pocket, so I looked to my left, a direction I don't normally concentrate because it's so open across the field. Here comes a buck out of the far woodline. I put up my scope and decided I wanted to take him, but he was pretty far for a shot from the stand. He was walking at such an angle that he would get a little closer to me as he crossed through my field of view. I was watching him walk through the scope, trying to decide if I wanted to try to yell and stop him, when he stopped to shake off much like a dog does to get the water out of its hair. As soon as his position was stable I touched the trigger, and down he went. I snapped a picture of the view from the stand. The white spec in the center almost on the horizon is his belly, zoomed in as far as my phone would. I stepped it off on my way to go snap more pics--248 paces.
When we got back to my house, I had laid my Muck in the back of his truck bloody. We share a passion for firearms but not so much for knives. He is more the type to use his Buck he bought used 30 years ago. I was carrying some packs of meat the processor sent home with me up to the freezer in the garage, and he comes walking up with my knife in his hand. I had forgotten about it. He said, "Boy, you're not likely to break that one. That's a pretty thick blade." I just said, "Nope; better not."
