drahthaar
Active member
This morning seemed to be really active, the wind was howling, temps plummeting down to -15 with the wind chill, the bucks on the move. After seemingly walking through a desert all rifle season, I found myself out at the right time. Went to the usual spot, kept seeing pairs of does, I knew a buck had to be close. While glassing aross a small drainage to another clearcut a GIANT buck walked out, easy 170 gross. Following the tracks of two does another hunter pushed out of the clearcut. If I was some of the other folks on here with their shooting abilities and cannons, I would have just pounded him from where I was, I mean what are the odds I'm gonna bust down the hill, across the creek and up the other side and actually find this buck and have him not know I was coming. Long story short, I did find him, wind howling must have covered the noise of the crunching snow. And what did I do? I missed! I freaking farging flipping missed, no excuses, just flat out did not take my time, like a 12 year old kid, flat out missed. OH THE HUMANITY, the way things are this season, I see this pig, find the pig, and blow the shot. While sitting there, utterly dejected, sails drooping, watching the wind blow snow across the slash, wondering how I can live with myself until spring bear opens after a miss like that, the hunting gods, and the wind, blew two more does out in another small opening I could see through my grief. Wiped the snow out of my binocs, and sat there glassing, when wouldn't you know a beautiful buck, stepped out. Not anywhere as big, but I got the hint. Though it was a fair piece farther, I just rolled up on a stump, took a breath and squeezed the trigger. Dropped it right there. Still kind of hard to tape your tag on a lesser buck after blowing it on a toad, but beggers can't be choosers, especially in around here right now. Here is my second chance buck from Region 1, I am tagged out.
