Opening morning finally arrived and anticipation was very high on what was about to go down on the bigger buck, but like a hunt normally goes, they were spooked by another hunter and took off. Later that night we had our number three buck at 65 yards but there was no shot opportunity. I went home after that first weekend a little discouraged but was right back at it the next weekend.
On our hike out to glass on the final evening, my brother spotted some deer in the distance and just then my buddy turned and noticed that it was one of the bigger bucks we found this summer. We instantly stopped, took our packs and boots off and started stalking them in our socks. After about a hundred yard belly crawl/duck walk, we finally made it to a point where we could walk without being picked off.
As we came up a hill we went around a bush and my buddy says they are right in front of us! By now my blood is starting to boil and my blood pressure is rising. He whispers that they are 30 yards away. I started to get ready to draw back my bow when the 3 point that was with the big buck looked right at us. I thought it was over. Luckily he turned his head and started feeding again. I carefully inched back to 32 yards so I’d have a better view of the bucks vitals and peeked around the bush and drew.
I sat at full draw for almost a minute as I waited for him to feed out into the open for a clear broadside shot. Finally he went a few more steps and I let the arrow fly. I hit him a little farther back than I'd like, but either way I knew he wouldn't make it far. We watched him bed down after about 40 yards.
