Well its my third year hunting and I finally got my antlered Mule buck tag this year. 1st year took a nice 2 year old whitetale and 2nd year took a really big mule doe. So wer out hunting all day and only saw 3 whitetale, 1 which my hunting buddy shot. We were out all day, a good 10 hours. I was done, sore, and driving away when from the road I look over and see a bunch of black dots walking down the hill. Stopped did some glassing and found what we thought was a big 3 point buck. I was tired and needed some motivation to be honest, but grabbed my rifle and started running down the hill. Plopped down at about 464 (so sayeth the range finder) and spot this guy, start dialing my come ups and he walks behind some tree's. Back to running. Down the hill to about 252 ish yards in a tree line. Guy wouldn't turn broadside for me so he took it square in the chest. After the shot he looked up and was thinking about running, front leg gave out but he got back up, but couldn't move. He turned broadside, but was still standing. Wasn't letting him go anywhere else so got him right behind the shoulder and down he went. Heaviest deer I have ever had to haul out. Shot with my 308, 175 berger vld.
Our little hunting area
Our little hunting area
