After hunting hard since the start of archery season, heck make that the last three years, it feels great to punch the buck tag. The last few years I have made the decision to pass on numerous smaller bucks in hopes of connecting on one of big boys we have gotten pictures of. We have come close several times but just couldn't get it done. Heading into the second week, we all were feeling a bit discouraged, not having seen a "shooter" buck since late October. The cameras showed there were still plenty in the area, but we just weren't seeing them.
So I made the trek to the top of the mountain toting the 7600 one last time on Saturday. Getting settled into the stand I was already thinking of the upcoming flintlock season not giving much hope to day ahead. As it gets lighter I hear a few deer in the distance pass by and keep on going. Shooting time comes around and a minute or two in there's a shot far off in the distance. Wouldn't that be nice I said to my self with a bit of jealousy in my voice. Just around 7:00 I hear a twig snap snd look over to see him sneaking through a thick patch of birch and sassafras. So I find a hole and the Whelen barks. He might have made it 30 yds. It always amazes me how a whole season can change in 30 seconds or less. He is definitely not the biggest buck out there or even the biggest buck where we hunt but I couldn't be happier with him. It just goes to show you that you can't give up.