So Sunday morning I was down to the last 12 hours of the season and I was not in a good frame of mind. The day before I’d blown the buck I was after out and passed on a buck I would probably regret letting go.
I decided to hunt the waterway again, this time hoping to catch the big buck coming back to bed. I knew after spooking him out the day before it probably wouldn’t work… and it didn’t. After an hour I moved into the prairie grass pasture that I had seen the other deer bed in. It has a small cattle pond in the middle and the dam is the highest point in an otherwise flat area. I sat down under a hedge tree on the dam where I could see several hundred yards in 3 directions and hoped the bucks would be back eventually. Not long after I got settled the tall 8 showed up. A couple of minutes later, the heavy 9 joined him. They were grazing and working their way toward me slowly, so I got prone and just watched.
After 15-20 minutes they had gotten to around 80 yards, and there was no sign of the big buck. I’d already decided not to make the same mistake twice. I waited as long as possible for the big buck, but when the heavy 9 started to leave I was ready. He went about 30 yards with top of his heart missing.
He’s got good mass that carries throughout the rack. His bases are heavy enough I can’t get my hand around them. Many of his teeth were missing and he had very little fat. I’m pleased even though the biggest buck got away. Oh well, that means I have something to focus on during shed season.
Yes, the lucky vest strikes again!
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