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The Buffalo Ray Buck
By Bridger Kummer
We woke up on the last day of the fourth season deer hunt in Colorado. This was a brisk day with no cloud cover it had been snowing for the last two days it had been a very awesome hunt and I had had many chances at many great bucks. There was about 8 inches of snow on the ground and had been over cast the two nights prior to the last day of my hunt. We then proceeded to drive to the area where I had seen a pretty big buck that we had seen two days before. My Uncle Jeff and I were in the truck headed out and we were discussing the buck I had missed the day before, he was a dandy buck. We arrived at the area my Uncle Jeff asked me where in the area I wanted to go. I told him I wanted to go to the area where my Uncle Brent had shot a buck a year earlier. We then headed up the road and we saw a few deer off the side of the road. There was a 20 inch 4x4; he was a tall buck about 20 inches. My uncle asked if I wanted to take a shot at it. I figured it was the first of the day; we can come back and get him if we don't see any other bigger bucks. We then preceded up the canyon some more, we saw a few more deer and just saw little two points and three points in the snow. Driving down the road we started to head up a hill that gave you a great look down the canyon I noticed a deer in the bottom of the canyon and I told my uncle, he looked down the canyon with his binoculars. He saw the deer that I was looking at it was a doe, but when he looked to the side of her he noticed a buck on the ground in the snow next to her. He then said that this was a good buck and it looked like it had clubs on it head. Then we turned around in the road and drove back down the road we had come up. We had stopped around the area where we had seen the deer. Next we got out of the truck and my uncle said this looked like a good buck; we didn't have a clue how big it was. It was the last day and I was ready to shoot any kind of buck. The biggest buck that I had shot was a three 3x3 so I wanted to shoot my first 4x4, I didn't care how big. My uncle Jeff and I got out of the truck and we started to head towards the canyon were we had seen the buck. We walked through really thick oak and sage. Looking into the canyon we noticed a lot of does. Standing there it seemed like forever then I saw a doe hop out then another doe and then there was a buck. He was a 4x4 and he was about 24 inches wide and 20 tall. We studied him for awhile and looked at each other and didn't know where the buck we had seen had gone. Looking down the canyon my uncle noticed a buck headed towards a doe about 800 yards down the canyon. We then decide to sneak some more around the hill to look for anything else in the area. We hiked up to a clearing just about 20 yards higher, and we looked back into the canyon. Waiting to see what we could see in the canyon. When all the sudden we notice a doe come out of the bottom of the canyon through the sage brush. There he was in full rut right behind a doe. My Uncle Jeff said there he is that the one we saw. I took my shot and hit him in the leg. Buck fever was then shot through my body. I had to calm myself down and took the next shot he started walking away so I thought I had missed him so I shot again. This shot put him down for good we stood there and called my brother and sister in law on the phone they were scouting the other canyons in the same area. They met up with my uncle and we told him we had one down we didn't know how big it was. We then proceeded down into the canyon; it was thick and we look for where he was we all the sudden my uncle let out a yell. My brother and sister in-law and I were 40 yards away looking high on the hill. Coming down the hill I could see my uncle and then all the sudden I could see the buck. My brother right behind my said what did you kill an elk jokingly. We all were in complete shock to see this great buck that I had killed on the last day of my hunt. I'm in the military and served a year in Iraq, and scheduled to return soon. The joy that I had of coming home from that was just as exciting as getting a chance to hunt again. Thanks Family
BRIDGER D KUMMER
My Brother Boone just above.
The Buffalo Ray Buck
By Bridger Kummer
We woke up on the last day of the fourth season deer hunt in Colorado. This was a brisk day with no cloud cover it had been snowing for the last two days it had been a very awesome hunt and I had had many chances at many great bucks. There was about 8 inches of snow on the ground and had been over cast the two nights prior to the last day of my hunt. We then proceeded to drive to the area where I had seen a pretty big buck that we had seen two days before. My Uncle Jeff and I were in the truck headed out and we were discussing the buck I had missed the day before, he was a dandy buck. We arrived at the area my Uncle Jeff asked me where in the area I wanted to go. I told him I wanted to go to the area where my Uncle Brent had shot a buck a year earlier. We then headed up the road and we saw a few deer off the side of the road. There was a 20 inch 4x4; he was a tall buck about 20 inches. My uncle asked if I wanted to take a shot at it. I figured it was the first of the day; we can come back and get him if we don't see any other bigger bucks. We then preceded up the canyon some more, we saw a few more deer and just saw little two points and three points in the snow. Driving down the road we started to head up a hill that gave you a great look down the canyon I noticed a deer in the bottom of the canyon and I told my uncle, he looked down the canyon with his binoculars. He saw the deer that I was looking at it was a doe, but when he looked to the side of her he noticed a buck on the ground in the snow next to her. He then said that this was a good buck and it looked like it had clubs on it head. Then we turned around in the road and drove back down the road we had come up. We had stopped around the area where we had seen the deer. Next we got out of the truck and my uncle said this looked like a good buck; we didn't have a clue how big it was. It was the last day and I was ready to shoot any kind of buck. The biggest buck that I had shot was a three 3x3 so I wanted to shoot my first 4x4, I didn't care how big. My uncle Jeff and I got out of the truck and we started to head towards the canyon were we had seen the buck. We walked through really thick oak and sage. Looking into the canyon we noticed a lot of does. Standing there it seemed like forever then I saw a doe hop out then another doe and then there was a buck. He was a 4x4 and he was about 24 inches wide and 20 tall. We studied him for awhile and looked at each other and didn't know where the buck we had seen had gone. Looking down the canyon my uncle noticed a buck headed towards a doe about 800 yards down the canyon. We then decide to sneak some more around the hill to look for anything else in the area. We hiked up to a clearing just about 20 yards higher, and we looked back into the canyon. Waiting to see what we could see in the canyon. When all the sudden we notice a doe come out of the bottom of the canyon through the sage brush. There he was in full rut right behind a doe. My Uncle Jeff said there he is that the one we saw. I took my shot and hit him in the leg. Buck fever was then shot through my body. I had to calm myself down and took the next shot he started walking away so I thought I had missed him so I shot again. This shot put him down for good we stood there and called my brother and sister in law on the phone they were scouting the other canyons in the same area. They met up with my uncle and we told him we had one down we didn't know how big it was. We then proceeded down into the canyon; it was thick and we look for where he was we all the sudden my uncle let out a yell. My brother and sister in-law and I were 40 yards away looking high on the hill. Coming down the hill I could see my uncle and then all the sudden I could see the buck. My brother right behind my said what did you kill an elk jokingly. We all were in complete shock to see this great buck that I had killed on the last day of my hunt. I'm in the military and served a year in Iraq, and scheduled to return soon. The joy that I had of coming home from that was just as exciting as getting a chance to hunt again. Thanks Family
BRIDGER D KUMMER
My Brother Boone just above.