It was my last night of muzzleloader hunting. It was getting late, and the night was becoming dark quickly. I was feeling as if I would not be filling my tag for the second year. Although my hope was fading, I was still optimistic.
At around 5:30pm, I heard what sounded like footsteps coming through the bush behind me. I looked around and around, without seeing anything. Then out of nowhere this nice buck presents himself directly in front of me. The buck walked right past me without realizing I was there. All of a sudden he got downwind of me and knew something wasn't right. He made a quick 180 degree turn and I figured he was gone, but I reacted quick with a grunt to stop him long enough to get off a shot.
The shot was taken and the deer instantly stumbled and took off crashing through the bush. I watched him as long as I could till he was out of site. After he was out of site I climbed down to check for a blood trail cause I was positive he was hit hard. I walked over to where I had shot him and to my surprise I didnt see any blood. I was a little confused after seeing how the deer reacted to the shot, so I walked into the bush about 25 meter before finding solid blood. I decided it would be in my best interest to back out and wait till morning to pursue this deer.
The next morning we were up at the crack of dawn. We started at the spot where we found the last blood. Unfortunatly it had rained during the night so we were left guessing where this deer may have went. We followed the many deer trails that ran through the bush. About 30 minutes into our search I heard someone yell " I found him!". Suddenly it felt like there was a weight lifted of my shoulders. As I walked up, this deer was even bigger than I thought. I coundn't believe the size of him, this was a buck I considered passing on a first glance. Man am I glad I pulled the trigger on this guy!