Well he is a great buck as I thought. During my first stalk he busted me then the game was on, off he went herding his does in the opposite direction.
SOB I was mad at myself! I was into the wind, snow was soft and quiet, my head up looking for tine tips in the rolling hills. I paced myself accordingly on foot in hot pursuit and knew that I would see him again, but how far? There he is! Three hills over and across a shallow valley. He must be 500 yards away. I practiced so much with the Ruger #1 and had the confidence that I can take him, but he must stop and turn. He came-up on a doe and gave her a little sniff. KAPOOOOOW!!!!! I held on his spine and touched off. I refocused with the scope and noticed him laboring as he ran off. Thirty yards later he collapsed over on his left side. From behind me I heard this whooping from my son who witnessed the whole ordeal.
I walked towards the buck pacing how far he was and at the same time rechambering another round in the Ruger #1. When I was half way to the location I stopped and glassed the horizon I saw the right side of his rack sticking up in the field. Once I found the two foot wide blood trail that went 30 yards, I concluded my pace at 489..........safe to say a 450 yard shot, my longest ever. The top of his heart was totally gone and he died humanly.
Needles to say, he is going on the wall. A wonderful hunt with my best buddy and friend, and that's my son Tyler!.
SOB I was mad at myself! I was into the wind, snow was soft and quiet, my head up looking for tine tips in the rolling hills. I paced myself accordingly on foot in hot pursuit and knew that I would see him again, but how far? There he is! Three hills over and across a shallow valley. He must be 500 yards away. I practiced so much with the Ruger #1 and had the confidence that I can take him, but he must stop and turn. He came-up on a doe and gave her a little sniff. KAPOOOOOW!!!!! I held on his spine and touched off. I refocused with the scope and noticed him laboring as he ran off. Thirty yards later he collapsed over on his left side. From behind me I heard this whooping from my son who witnessed the whole ordeal.
I walked towards the buck pacing how far he was and at the same time rechambering another round in the Ruger #1. When I was half way to the location I stopped and glassed the horizon I saw the right side of his rack sticking up in the field. Once I found the two foot wide blood trail that went 30 yards, I concluded my pace at 489..........safe to say a 450 yard shot, my longest ever. The top of his heart was totally gone and he died humanly.
Needles to say, he is going on the wall. A wonderful hunt with my best buddy and friend, and that's my son Tyler!.
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