What's the status Gladys? What's going on in that brain of yours?
Talk about whatever you want if you want.
I'm not against a little intellect showing up here from time to time.
Now get to it!
I guess I'll get it started....
My Deer hunters, where are you at?
I knocked this tasty 4 year old Buck down in November last year up in East Texas, close to where I come from on some family land. This is the biggest low fence Buck I've ever killed. I'd been sitting on the blind for two days in drizzling rain right before Thanksgiving with no luck. Obviously, deer do not move normally in the rain, but I wasn't about to let that slip out and ruin my chance to get away from the wife and kids for a little bit either. Thanksgiving morning I was sitting in my hide thinking it was going to be more of the same. All of the sudden, the sun comes out, and the birds start chirping. We are in business baby. Sure enough, as I'm glassing the pond, I see a fat little doe acting all giddy and shit around a pile of corn. I sit and watch her for probably 5 minutes before I realize that she's not alone as I notice a tail flick out towards the edge of my scope. I move to glass what I saw, and sure enough, there's another deer there. All I could see what the ass end. Right about the time I go to scope the doe again, I see this dude raise his head up and look up the hill where I'm sitting. Instantly, the dopamine hit takes over and I'm "in the zone." At this time of the morning, which was about 8:30, it was still 31 degrees. If you have trained for cold weather shooting, you know that your breath control has to be on point when you are shaking from the cold and anticipation. So there I am, locked on this buck, and he decides he's had enough of this doe's bullshit around the corn pile. He shoots down the embankment about 20 feet to the corn and begins to eat. Problem is, at this point there's a huge oak tree in my line of sight and all I can see is his hind quarters. So I sit and watch. It felt like I was in the scope for at least an hour at this point, when in reality, it was about a minute. He turns finally. He started back up the embankment towards the doe and stopped. Big mistake. I let it fly. That 180gr soft point Core-lokt 30.06 tattooed his shit so hard that when it hit, he jumped straight up in the air with his back hitting at least 10 feet. I've never seen anything like it before. When he hit the ground and started to run I could tell that his internals had just taken a serious impact. He bolted about 30 feet and that was all she wrote hoss. I watched him lay over to make sure he was down and glassed back over to the doe. She just froze in panic I'm guessing. I almost pulled a two-fer that morning but I'm glad I didn't. I've done it once before. As I sat there about to squeeze off, I remembered that doe season was over Sunday, 4 days prior to this moment. SOAB! I let her run off like I was supposed to.
See this guy? He's the old Buck of the group.
The buck I killed is apparently one sired by this old guy. The markings on my buck are very similar around the nose and eyes for him to not to be his son. I range his age to be about 5.5 - 6 years. He's one of those nocturnal assholes. I never once got glass on him during daylight hours, only the game cam got to witness his bad-assery. I'm pretty sure he knows how to navigate safely being as big and old as he is. This year, it's on old man.
I've never had one get away. If I let it fly, you can bet it's on the money. His ass is going down this fall.