This Christmas break I decided I would really focus on deer hunting and shoot a big one. Well, Mission Impossible! I have not shot once but twice, at two really nice bucks.
Opening weekend was a good weekend. When I saw the buck step out of the woods, I seriously started singing. After watching him for about 30 minutes, I shot and shot high. I blame the gun and the bullets. I no longer trust Remington bullets. Ha! The buck was shot the following weekend, by one of our hunters. Just my luck.
This past weekend, I got in the deer stand excited and ready to go. Plenty of deer had been out and about, but I wasn’t seeing anything but doe and hogs. Until about 4:30, I saw him. Huge. I seriously got nervous looking at him. Talk about buck fever.
I waited for 45 minutes for him to get closer, but couldn’t stand it anymore, so I finally shot. He went down. I unloaded my gun thinking all was perfect. Texted my dad to come pick me up as I did my happy dance. As my luck would have it, my buck started kicking! Before I could reload and shoot, he had already gone into the woods pushing from his back legs.
At this point I’m livid at myself and praying that he is lying just in the woods.
Unfortunately, he was nowhere to be found. I’ve looked and searched, my dad and brother have rummaged through the woods for hours for him. Trust me, he was worth it.
So now, four days later, I’m still literally sick to my stomach that he isn’t hanging in the cooler.
…Yet.
And to top it off I missed out on some good hog hunting last night.
Not only that, but I have to watch hunting shows. Talk about depressing.
Hopefully, things will start going my way so I can finish out this season on a high note. Cross your fingers for me!
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