AndymanSavage
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yesterday morning I was hunting on the monroe. My dad dropped off my brother and I at the top of some cliffs to do an all day hike down to the bottom. we had hiked up from the bottom on the opener and were ready to do it again. We had gotten 100 yards into the trees when my dad started yelling "big buck, big buck" on the radio. We booked it back to the truck and my dad showed us where the buck had gone into some NASTY deadfall timber and dark pines. We gave it a few minutes and got on the track. There were a few inches of fresh snow, making the tracking job easy. We wound through the trees for an hour and the deer appeared to be slowing down. I turned to my bro and told him that we needed to slow it down because the deer may be close. I tucked my rifle under my arm and started to move forward again prepering to pull out my binos. Two steps later the buck exploded out from behind a small bush on a hill 20 yards away. My rifle was in a horrible position and I voiced my displeasure with a quick "####", as I fumbled to raise it. By the time I got him in the scope I had a 1/2 second shot straight away. I thought for a split second about a Texas heart shot, but aimed at the neck instead. He was stotting and bounced right as I shot, causing me to shoot over his head. He was gone in an instant. We tracked him for another mile and lost him in some cliffs. He was 25-26" wide and 20" tall, a perfect 4pt with good forks. It was fun, but i have been going over the shot all day. If I had been carrying an open sight rifle I could have put him down as he stood up. Oh well. Here is a clip my bro took after we lost the track so you can see how thick it was. I was pretty bummed.
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