OK, here's the story..............
Because of work commitments and that fact that a very large employer here in NB just could not do w/o my specialized trade skills, (
) I was unable to get out for most of the one month deer season here in NB. 
I was however fortunate enough to be able to hunt the very last day of the season close to home. I had done no pre-season scouting, so went to a spot that had looked good in years past. I took up hiding overlooking a field 2 hrs before dark and waited, and waited, and waited, and waited, till I looked at my watch and realized I only had 15min till the end of the legal time. I resigned myself to going home empty handed, but waited some more just the same, then this HUGE BAD BOY stepped out onto the field.
Upon seeing him, I started shaking and my heart started pounding so loud I was sure he was going to hear me, but I had to wait till he turned and gave me a broadside. TICK, TOCK, TICK, TOCK, POUNDING HEART, POUNDING HEART!! Finally, he turned and gave me the shot, but I was shaking so bad I had to regain control to make the shot good, so I started breathing IN, OUT, IN, OUT.
Alas, I was able to control myself and make the shot. The little 257Roberts jumped, sending a 110gr Nosler AB perfectly through his heart. A couple of jumps and he was down. I looked at my watch...... only 9 min to go.
I'm so glad I didn't stay home that last day.
I'll have to wait, so the huge horns can dry fully before scoring.
I want to hide my identity, cuz I know the pain that Milo went through.
Because of work commitments and that fact that a very large employer here in NB just could not do w/o my specialized trade skills, (
I was however fortunate enough to be able to hunt the very last day of the season close to home. I had done no pre-season scouting, so went to a spot that had looked good in years past. I took up hiding overlooking a field 2 hrs before dark and waited, and waited, and waited, and waited, till I looked at my watch and realized I only had 15min till the end of the legal time. I resigned myself to going home empty handed, but waited some more just the same, then this HUGE BAD BOY stepped out onto the field.
Upon seeing him, I started shaking and my heart started pounding so loud I was sure he was going to hear me, but I had to wait till he turned and gave me a broadside. TICK, TOCK, TICK, TOCK, POUNDING HEART, POUNDING HEART!! Finally, he turned and gave me the shot, but I was shaking so bad I had to regain control to make the shot good, so I started breathing IN, OUT, IN, OUT.
Alas, I was able to control myself and make the shot. The little 257Roberts jumped, sending a 110gr Nosler AB perfectly through his heart. A couple of jumps and he was down. I looked at my watch...... only 9 min to go.
I'm so glad I didn't stay home that last day.
I'll have to wait, so the huge horns can dry fully before scoring.
I want to hide my identity, cuz I know the pain that Milo went through.






















































