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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