I still had a whitetail tag in my pocket. I went up north out of Lewiston and had only one day to hunt with my son for a big whitetail before I had to head home. We went to one of our hot spots and started hunting. We saw bucks right off, but they were all small 4x4 ' s and 5x5 ' s. Then my son decided to push brush for me and BAM out jumped a 160 ' s class buck! After having buck fever and three shots later( all missed) I sat there in the dumps. While sitting there and being pretty bummed out, without time to recover, out came an even bigger buck than before! Again, two shots- two misses! Buck fever had gotten the best of me that day!!
With the day almost over and having a long drive home, I still needed to just settle on a smaller buck for food. We ended up back to a spot where I passed on a bedded 5x5, he was still there.
I was looking at a 350 yard shot. I needed to make sure I steadied myself, and squeezed off a shot. BANG! He started tumbling, and tumbling over a rock shale slide when he hit the bottom. He ended up breaking off his G3 on his right side. But with all that tumbling the meat was tenderized and our freezer was full!! Now, our season was over.
If it hadn’ t been for our good friends with their motivation, encouragement, and my awesome son, I wouldn’ t have gotten out there and hunted. I’ m thankful for all of them!
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