Every now and again I’ll get a pic of a few nice looking deer behind the house. About 2 weeks ago I got a picture of this deer coming to either feeder on a regular basis.
Last week I started hunting him. I’d sit at one stand, and he’d go to the other. He had my number and there was nothing I could do but keep on trying.
Yesterday, I had chores I needed to catch up on and didn’t hunt. I scoped a short AR pistol and shot a few groups. Was shooting about an inch at 100 yards with some Federal 62 gr bonded bullets.
When I shoot a 22 cal, I only neck shoot. Well I wanted to try this projectile in the pocket and see what would happen. I’d pick my shot and not shoot if I didn’t get a good clean one.
I was texting back and forth with a sambo73 as a few deer came out. A slick top and a spike were out there and looking like they needed to be shot.
My buddy had been begging me for some deer meat and I told him I’d do my best to get him something. I was really wanting to hold out for that buck, but those 2 would have done.
Due to poor stand location, as the sun sets, it partially blinds the crap out of me. Well just as the sun is in that spot, I see horns. It was him!
My heart began to race, like only this feeling can do. I can barely see him with my eyes, but not a chance through the scope. I watch him a few minutes before the sun gets low enough that I can see good enough, and he’s in a spot I can put the crosshairs on him.
He’s barely quartering away, facing left to right. I put the crosshairs in the pocket, take a breath, let it out, and slowly squeeze the trigger. The Govt Mil Spec heavy as a box of rocks trigger. It finally breaks, and as the scope settles, all I see is dirt in the air. I’m pretty sure I missed.
My heart breaks. I text my sambo73 and tell him I think I missed. My wife sends me a text, asking if I missed. (She does that). The rollercoaster of emotions is almost overwhelming.
The other deer look back towards the property line, then run towards me. Walking merely 10’ from me. They look back, and I think. Hmm, that’s odd.
I give it 20 min and have to go check. No blood. No hair. Nothing. I dang near cried. I blew it.
I start walking where the deer had thrown their heads. I see belly. He’s down!
And to have done it in my backyard, makes the feeling even better. My best deer to date.
Last week I started hunting him. I’d sit at one stand, and he’d go to the other. He had my number and there was nothing I could do but keep on trying.
Yesterday, I had chores I needed to catch up on and didn’t hunt. I scoped a short AR pistol and shot a few groups. Was shooting about an inch at 100 yards with some Federal 62 gr bonded bullets.
When I shoot a 22 cal, I only neck shoot. Well I wanted to try this projectile in the pocket and see what would happen. I’d pick my shot and not shoot if I didn’t get a good clean one.
I was texting back and forth with a sambo73 as a few deer came out. A slick top and a spike were out there and looking like they needed to be shot.
My buddy had been begging me for some deer meat and I told him I’d do my best to get him something. I was really wanting to hold out for that buck, but those 2 would have done.
Due to poor stand location, as the sun sets, it partially blinds the crap out of me. Well just as the sun is in that spot, I see horns. It was him!
My heart began to race, like only this feeling can do. I can barely see him with my eyes, but not a chance through the scope. I watch him a few minutes before the sun gets low enough that I can see good enough, and he’s in a spot I can put the crosshairs on him.
He’s barely quartering away, facing left to right. I put the crosshairs in the pocket, take a breath, let it out, and slowly squeeze the trigger. The Govt Mil Spec heavy as a box of rocks trigger. It finally breaks, and as the scope settles, all I see is dirt in the air. I’m pretty sure I missed.
My heart breaks. I text my sambo73 and tell him I think I missed. My wife sends me a text, asking if I missed. (She does that). The rollercoaster of emotions is almost overwhelming.
The other deer look back towards the property line, then run towards me. Walking merely 10’ from me. They look back, and I think. Hmm, that’s odd.
I give it 20 min and have to go check. No blood. No hair. Nothing. I dang near cried. I blew it.
I start walking where the deer had thrown their heads. I see belly. He’s down!
And to have done it in my backyard, makes the feeling even better. My best deer to date.
hard to see.
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