Back in the 70s my uncle always hunted with a double barrel with bird shot in one and buckshot in the other. He was a opportunity hunter. Rabbit, squirrel or buck it didn't matter. Anytime he killed a buck we knew we had to be carful eating it because he always shot both barrels on a deer.

I’m seeing a pattern here🙂

I always like to hunt the "camp stand' whenever I am at a new place. No one else goes because it is "too close" to the camp. Killed a lot of deer , different places with that strategy.

I’ve got a buddy who I’m actually hunting with tomorrow who sits in the most god awful thickest spots he can find everywhere he goes. Sees a ton of deer and kills 3-5 on public land every year (Does and bucks).

I’m bad about going to the pretty field or the power line or big woods because it looks good to me but not necessarily the deer. Then on occasion I’ll get real mad at them and go hunt the spots I need to hunt all the time and kill one. Then the cycle starts over 😂😂

I feel him...we're in middle of rut here n I'm hunting one particular deer and couldn't see 35yards this evening n I got places to see 1/2 mile of openness lol

I was a guest at a club once and asked them to put me where no one had hunted. They put me in a spot that hadn’t been hunted but once all season. I killed a nice 7 pointer.

Another time I had been hunting a spot where I had seen several bucks but not what I was looking for. My father-in-law had been hunting a food plot for a week and seeing a spike every afternoon. He talked me into swapping spots with him so he could shoot one of the bucks I had been passing on. He didn’t see a thing and I ended up killing a 10 pointer on the field he had hunted for a week.

My Dad, "PA" to us worked 2nd shift as a welder, he would get up some mornings and take his English Setter "Babe" to the fields that joined our pasture land and hope to shoot a couple of birds. Carried a beautiful 12ga double he called his bird gun. Normally 3-4 good coveys and he loved watching his dog work and just being outside This morning he watched her get birdy and point at a pile of brush about as big as a table that had been laying there for years, he eased up on her and the biggest buck he had ever seen in his life stood up out of it. He carried buckshot in his pocket, popped the breach and the shells popped out reached into his pocket to get his buckshot and the deer just stood there and looked at him. Pa said I just looked back at him then just told him to go on and watched him walk off. He looked down and Babe was still on point never breaking, she was the best setter we ever owned. I saw the deer a couple of times later he was at least a 6-7 year old, big 10pt and had turned all grey around his face. Pa had never killed one in his life and he said he enjoyed seeing that one were he was not on a wall, that was how Pa always looked at things. Thanks for the posts on this, brought back great memories.

My dad was the master at killing deer in places no one ever thought about hunting. I thought he was crazy and just lucky until he kept doing it.

I've got a story that would fit in right here. Even typed it once. But if a certain buddy read it I'm afraid a light bulb come on in his head and I'd have to share.