This year on the Monday of my muzzleloader hunt, about 2:30 in the afternoon, drove my rhino (with aftermarket dual exhaust) back into a section of small fields and gullies to help another guy put up an old wooden ladder stand that he had decided to relocate. We were far from stealthy, having a few laughs as we did this.
He decided that he was going to sit in that stand till dark, I parked the rhino on the edge of the field and was going to walk into another stand on the opposite end of the property. As I walked along the edge of the field, about 300 yards from where we were just working, looking down into the gully I heard something. Leaves rustling and antlers smacking. I dropped down to my knees and crept up behind a fallen tree, to see 2 small bucks squaring off. I watched them for about 2 mins, then decided I was going to shoot the bigger one, fully expecting the smaller one to vanish. They locked horns and the bigger one pushed until he left me with a perfect broadside shot at around 50 yards. I pulled the trigger and after the smoke cleared I watched him drop about 20 yards from where he originally stood. If the story ended here it would have been a great story, but the other one just stood there, looking proud as a peacock that he just bested his sparring partner. I scrambled to reload and, of course, my primer got stuck... After demolishing the blade on my knife, I pried it out, replaced it, and dropped the other one damn near beside his partner.
By the time I could get my heart rate back down and get composed, my buddy had made his way to me, because he could see the smoke. We did all the high 5's laughed because we couldn't believe all that noise, plus a gunshot and still 2 deer down. Awesome day! Not the biggest deer I've shot but one of the best stories, and pictures, I've got.