I will never forget the image of this big guy walking out of the woods, but it all started about a month ago. I set up my trail camera in one of the spots that I planned to hunt and boy was I surprised! I got a perfect shot of this 12 point buck on my family farm. He's the biggest one we have seen in years. I joked around saying that this was the deer I was going to take this season, but to my surprise, I really did.
I wasn't out in my spot for more than ten minutes when he came out. My uncle set me up with the ghost blind and we took our time. He set it up, staked it down, dressed it up really nice to blend in, we talked about how awesome it looked, took some pictures, then he left me. I expected to be out there until sundown since i set up for an afternoon hunt. My uncle hadn't even walked back to his truck yet, when BOOM! first shot. He immediately radio-ed me on the walkie talkie and said "was that really you already?"
This big guy came out of the woods directly in front of me from the far side of the field. When he got to the 36 yard mark he gave turned so I could see his vitals. I gave him a "meh" to stop his walking, but he didnt stop. Another "meh", and he still wasnt stopping. Finally I yelled "HEY!" and he stopped so I took the shot. I radio-ed back to my uncle and told him, "Bob I just shot the biggest deer I've ever seen in my life, but he's not down!"
The deer ran about 50 feet into a creek where the only thing i could see was the top of his antlers. I could see him looking around next to this steep tall hill, and I imagined him to be thinking, " There is no way I'm going up this hill" because My shot Broke his front leg and I later found out that it also clipped his heart. My whole family was out hunting and all heard my 5 minute total play by play on what the deer was doing. I thought he was down, but then I saw him get up and panicked on the walkie-talkie. My uncle said "If you can get another shot, TAKE IT!" I was panicking and said " I can't there are too many trees in the way I'd have to run in the middle of the field!" he again told me to get a shot so calmed myself down, told everyone on the walkie-talkie very calmly "okay hold on I'm taking another shot". Then I kicked down some of the branches, and as I was running to get a shot the deer started climbing the hill. I steadied myself, said out loud "I can do this", he stopped, I took the second shot, and I watched him climb the hill. He got to the top of the hill, fell, rolled, hit a tree, and died right there.
I ran back and grabbed the walkie talkie and with a smile on my face said "DEAD". My uncle was back to the spot he left me not even ten minutes after he set me up. The only difference from the picture on the trail camera is that he lost his crabclaw tine in front to what I think was a fight with another deer. This was the first deer I ever got out in the woods by myself, and I know I couldn't have done it without my Uncle Bob setting me up, and my Grandpa watching over me. Thank you both of you because I know that I won't see another buck like this for a while.