The Late Buck

This is my buck I shot during the late muzzle load season. I got him out by the Columbia river early in the morning. I hiked down to the river while it was still dark and sat and watched an area for 2 hours, but didn't see any deer. So I decided to leave, I started walking back to the truck and spotted this deer from about 400 yards away, then the hunt was on. I would wait for him to walk around a sand dune and then I would run as fast as I could until I reached the area I last saw him. I did this a couple of times until I got within about 100 yards, I was about to take the shot but I was breathing so hard that I couldn't keep by gun steady. And in the excitement of going hunting I had left all my extra percussion caps in the truck, so I only had one shot to put him down. So I thought it would be better if I got a little closer. I eventually got within 35 yards and as I crested the last sand dune he popped his head up and looked at me just as I was pulling the trigger. The gun fired ( which is a surprise ) and he went down like a ton of bricks.

The girls really liked the deer. Morgan says she really loves that deer. I am glad Madalyn didn't have a hard time, last year she told me I could never shoot another deer. Maybe eventually I can get them to shot a deer some day.

This is the biggest dear I have shot so I am pretty excited about him. He isn't anything like my nephews monster buck but I guess I still have something to look forward to. My friend at work is going to do a European mount for me.