Working on uploading pictures, Ill post em as soon as I can.
Updated with picture. The picture is from when I got the deer home, I didn't shoot it in a subdivision.
This fella is the best deer that I've ever took a shot at. I'm tickled to death with him.
It started as one of those mornings where I had to beg myself to even get out of bed. Most of the time I never sleep good the night before a hunt. This night I slept like a rock, Like a baby rock. After hitting snooze a couple of times, I got up, got my stuff together and hit the road. I sent Dad a text as I pulled out of the drive to make sure that he was up, about, and heading to the club.
The whole evening prior to my hunt was spent looking at property maps and google earth images. I was debating between a few different spots and never could really make my mind up. My mind kept going to one particular area. I hadn't even stepped foot on this particular spot yet this year. I scouted it last year and had marked a decent tree to climb. I finally made my mind that I would commit to that one spot. My girlfriend of nearly 5 years says I have commitment issues.
I arrived at the club, chatted with Dad for a few minutes and began second guessing my decision, again. "That's probably the best spot on this club", Dad told me as we discussed our plans. My decision was made after he said that.
I cruised my 4wheeler down the long winding dirt trail until I reached a good area to park. I reached into my back pack to get my gps- There's ZERO chance that I would be able to find my spot with out the exact location. Even more of a zero chance to find the exact tree that I wanted to climb. I powered up my garmin only to find that it was as dead as a door nail. It wouldn't even give a display. Nothing. I sat there contemplating for a minute or so, thinking of going to a stand that I was familiar with. I hopped on the honda and fired her up. At that exact moment I thought to look through my saddle bags for batteries. I have no clue where they came from, but there was a whole pack of double A's stashed away. I was in business after that.
I loaded up, looking like a camel going through the desert and began my trek. I knew it was going to be a long, steep, thick and nasty hike. I took several breaks to catch my breath. It was 20 something degrees and I was burning up.
I found my tree, Climbed it, and snuggle down in the summit. I was perfectly contempt with catching a little nap if I could. The hunt started out slow..and cold. I watched a big red headed woodpecker bounce from tree to tree banging his head for a half hour or so during the sunrise. Them dudes are loud. I Watched some squirrels play chase as the sun started slowly heating things up. I sent a few texts here and there to break up the monotony of the morning.
At around 8:30 I see something slipping through the woods. Finally. I could tell he was a buck but couldn't tell how good. He walks behind some thick stuff, steps out and walks behind some trees. Great. I turn my scope on high and look for an open lane to shoot. Once he stepped out from behind the trees I instantly knew that He was good enough for me. He had turned and started heading straight towards me. I made the shot at about 40 yards while he was quartering to me. I'm surprised he never heard my heart beating through my chest. He crashed about 10 yards later. I can still see it in slow motion. It seemed like he ran a mile before falling over dead. He's by far the best deer I've killed.
