On the prior evenings hunt, I had a small buck come bounding right in front of my stand, down a diagonal lane I had cleaned out on Thanksgiving weekend. I had first thought it was a doe and she was being pushed by a buck and would stop, then I saw the small rack and thought (again) it might stop as I had never seen a deer just be on the move like that. Before I realized it, that it wasn't going to slow down, the bush had gotten thicker, the angle steeper and the deer was further away, no shot was available. The deer just hopped away into the bush. I was dumbfounded by what had just happend. The hundred yards or so that it travelled seemed to take less than 10 seconds.
The next morning around 8:30 I heard another deer coming, (thanks to the dried leaves and frozen snow). He was moving from my right to left, slowly, deliberately, following the exact same trail the small buck took the night before. I knew exactly where he would appear from behind some brush and readied for the shot when he stepped out. Following my 3S process (that I repeat to myself a million times in my stand!) - sight it, safety and squeeze, I let go a shot. He took off like a a scalded cat down the lane, continuing to cut across in a diagonal direction in front of me, then disappearing into the far bush. There was a loud crash of snapping branches and then nothing. I was certain I hit him but could not believe how fast he took off. I started to wonder if I had missed. I waited a few minutes and circled around to where I took the initial shot. I found a little bit of blood and my heart was pounding, I looked down the lane and saw a huge spray of blood on the leaves and snow, and then saw several more. I knew the shot was fatal and found him about 75 yards away collapsed on the other side of a old, spindly spruce deadfall. (the crashing noise) When I finally, and cautiously approached him, to say I was excited and impressed was an understatement.
The last few years, my deer hunting success amounted to bad luck and no luck with a lot of hours (in some brutal weather) on the stand and, frustratingly, nothing to show for the effort - but hunting the north bush alone can be like this.
The firearm of choice this year was my Mossberg (Howa) Model 1500 that has a Bushnell Elite 3500 3x9 (too powerful for the bush I hunt...) and a handloaded bullet - a Speer 100 Grain Spitzer Boat Tail Soft Point in front of 41 grains of IMR 4350. I was patient and made a great shot through the heart at 50 yards and he still ran for over 75 leaving a wicked blood trail before collasping. I forgot to look for the bullet which is a bit of a bummer because it first punched straight through a rib before nailing the heart.
Can't thank my great neighbours (husband and wife), whose camp is across the lake, enough. They helped me with the getting it out of the bush, skinning, quartering, processing and freezing. This was all done in less than two days because the weather spiked for a week. It was crazy warm.
I was lucky to spend 18 days at my camp this year and could have stayed for a few more weeks...