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Or the little one
Buck fever, also known as;
My scope was knocked out of line
The sun was in my eyes
He jumped right when I shot
That buck is bullet proof
Any one care to relate a tail of blowing an easy shot because of “buck fever” !
Here’s mine;
About seven years ago, on a weekend hunt, nobody had seen a single deer all Friday or Saturday, so I decided to leave early Sunday and check out some new country on my way home. Several miles down a 4X4 trail, I spotted a small group of deer about 400 yds up a clear-cut, moving into the trees. I glassed them, and one was a small forky. I parked, and stalked off through the trees, and I started getting really excited, even though I knew the buck was real small. The cover was thick, but I spotted him through an opening , and raised my rifle. I admit it, I was shaking so bad I couldn’t steady the gun for an easy shot at a standing broadside buck only 70 yards away. I’ve shot dozens of deer, most of them bigger than this one, but for some reason it felt like my first deer hunt. I lowered the rifle and tried to compose myself, and shouldered it again. Once again, I couldn’t hold aim at a barn door, much less a small buck, so I safed the gun and wished the deer “good luck” with the next hunter.
I love that feeling, I hope it never goes away.
Buck fever, also known as;
My scope was knocked out of line
The sun was in my eyes
He jumped right when I shot
That buck is bullet proof
Any one care to relate a tail of blowing an easy shot because of “buck fever” !
Here’s mine;
About seven years ago, on a weekend hunt, nobody had seen a single deer all Friday or Saturday, so I decided to leave early Sunday and check out some new country on my way home. Several miles down a 4X4 trail, I spotted a small group of deer about 400 yds up a clear-cut, moving into the trees. I glassed them, and one was a small forky. I parked, and stalked off through the trees, and I started getting really excited, even though I knew the buck was real small. The cover was thick, but I spotted him through an opening , and raised my rifle. I admit it, I was shaking so bad I couldn’t steady the gun for an easy shot at a standing broadside buck only 70 yards away. I’ve shot dozens of deer, most of them bigger than this one, but for some reason it felt like my first deer hunt. I lowered the rifle and tried to compose myself, and shouldered it again. Once again, I couldn’t hold aim at a barn door, much less a small buck, so I safed the gun and wished the deer “good luck” with the next hunter.
I love that feeling, I hope it never goes away.
