Denise's boss, Russ, has been so gracious to let me hunt on his land and in essence shoot his deer. Because he had seen that same deer recently while hunting in bow season. I had bought a landowner's doe permit in addition to the buck license. The first two deer I had seen that afternoon were, in fact, does. I was looking sorta behind me watching the does when I looked back to where I was actually hunting there was movement. I knew right away it was a deer but when I looked through the scope I saw the horns.
A Happy Dan & Russ
The buck was broadside when I first saw it but about 100 yards away. Then it started heading right towards me not offering a very good kill shot. So not wanting to wound the deer, I let it travel towards me hoping it would turn broadside. When it got about 60 yards away it finally got fairly broadside so I aimed and squeezed the trigger. What I saw next kinda sickened me....he took off like there was no tomorrow. I thought how in the world did I completely miss him. So after waiting about 10-15 minutes, I finally start looking for blood. There was no blood to be found. I tried to follow the path that I saw him high-tail it to the woods but still nothing. I decided to look into the woods and thought I saw a clump of snow. But it was 47 degrees outside. There had been no snow. Upon further investigation I realized it was that hind end of the buck. That was a huge relief.
It would only be fitting if I saved those horns to give to my first born grandson....not that they are huge or anything but to represent the great year in the Miller family.