I have been hunting for 41 years. Up to this year I've never been able to put my hands on a buck I would consider a wall hanger taken from public land that I love so deeply. That all changed a 4:20 opening day.
I caught movement down in the swamp about 120 yards off to my left. At first I thought it was a doe due to all the brush he was in. Then I thought I saw horns. I grabbed my gun and turned up the scope to 9 and raised it. At the time he was facing away from me but then he turned towards me. I saw the split at the top of his G2. IT WAS HIM! We have been getting pics of him for the last month. I even had him at 15 yards the first week of November but it was just to dark to shoot. He walked towards me seemingly without a care in the world but just wouldn't give me a shot at his chest. A tree in the way, his head down blocking his body, or just not stopping in an opening. He then turned and walked up the ridge I'm on and into some brush about 20 yards wide and I can't see him. I was kicking myself. I had him and thought I blew it. After what seemed like an eternity I see his rack coming out of the brush at about 60 yards. He picked up the pace and a bit of panic set in but for whatever reason he stopped broadside. He then took one last look down into the swamp I'm sure he called home as I squeezed the trigger. Head and tail down he ran down the ridge for 50 yards and I heard a big crash. What just happened?? I texted my brother and buddy "12 point!!!". I got out of there and headed back to our camp to change and meet up with guys before heading back to get him. It took a few agonizing minutes to figure out where he was standing. Finally I see blood then a lot of it. We found him stuck under a blow down like a dog looking for a toy under a couch. Relieve poured over me.
Took using my Uncle John's 30-06 for the very first time deer hunting. He was a huge part of why I now hunt. I felt as if he was with me.
Thanks to my brother (Crusher) and great friend Mike (Kbar) for helping getting him out of that God forsaken place but it was worth it.
Sorry for the lengthy post but as seeing I don't have another 41 years I figured I better take the time.
13 points. 147 lbs dressed. 18 1/2 inside spread. Huron National Forest. Iosco County.
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I caught movement down in the swamp about 120 yards off to my left. At first I thought it was a doe due to all the brush he was in. Then I thought I saw horns. I grabbed my gun and turned up the scope to 9 and raised it. At the time he was facing away from me but then he turned towards me. I saw the split at the top of his G2. IT WAS HIM! We have been getting pics of him for the last month. I even had him at 15 yards the first week of November but it was just to dark to shoot. He walked towards me seemingly without a care in the world but just wouldn't give me a shot at his chest. A tree in the way, his head down blocking his body, or just not stopping in an opening. He then turned and walked up the ridge I'm on and into some brush about 20 yards wide and I can't see him. I was kicking myself. I had him and thought I blew it. After what seemed like an eternity I see his rack coming out of the brush at about 60 yards. He picked up the pace and a bit of panic set in but for whatever reason he stopped broadside. He then took one last look down into the swamp I'm sure he called home as I squeezed the trigger. Head and tail down he ran down the ridge for 50 yards and I heard a big crash. What just happened?? I texted my brother and buddy "12 point!!!". I got out of there and headed back to our camp to change and meet up with guys before heading back to get him. It took a few agonizing minutes to figure out where he was standing. Finally I see blood then a lot of it. We found him stuck under a blow down like a dog looking for a toy under a couch. Relieve poured over me.
Took using my Uncle John's 30-06 for the very first time deer hunting. He was a huge part of why I now hunt. I felt as if he was with me.
Thanks to my brother (Crusher) and great friend Mike (Kbar) for helping getting him out of that God forsaken place but it was worth it.
Sorry for the lengthy post but as seeing I don't have another 41 years I figured I better take the time.
13 points. 147 lbs dressed. 18 1/2 inside spread. Huron National Forest. Iosco County.
Sent from my SM-G981V using Michigan Sportsman mobile app