so, after spending an icy night sleepin in the truck.... I wake up at 6:00 a.m. and at first light , I put on my remeberance day poppy and sling my .303 enfield over my shoulder and I head back up the same grown over spur road and retrace my steps from saturday.... 100 yards up the road.... 3 does ... I quickly dispatch the trailing doe at about 40 yards with a solid boiler room shot. After getting the drag and the work done, and the doe securely hoisted up a tree in game bags.... I head for the meadow to sit and glass the tree lines, the weather was going south all day and around 2:00 it got down right frigid and the wind started blowing big time. It made hearing anything impossible and the winds were constantly swirling and changing direction.... not ideal conditions. At this point trees could be heard crashing in the forest
At 3:30 ish p.m. I made my way up the same fenceline as the day before, pausing to have a 20 minute rest and just stood still, watching just in case any does were sneaking through the same area. Where there's does... there's gotta be a buck somewhere. With 45 minutes of shooting light, the wind was thrashing the forest... it was spooky... I turned to continue my slow pace up the fenceline. As I pivot , I nearly jump right outta my skin.... not 15 feet away.... looking just as surprised as i was... was one hell of a dandy buck, just standing there !!. I don't really remmember what happened next.... point blank range and my rifle was slung over my shoulder
I was half way from slung to shouldered when this buck made his dash back the way he had come.... he made it maybe 30 feet and collapsed, dead as a doornail, quartering away lung shot, with part of the bullet fragmenting up to his spine. I don't even remember aiming.
I will post pics as soon as the throw away camera i brought get developed... estimated b&c score is 152