Saddlebag Preacher
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I posted a thread a few weeks ago about seeing this buck on my trail cam and the area he was in was only about a 25 yard clearing. So I had decided to downsize my caliber to a .45 Colt in a Rossi 92 using iron sights. First day of the season on Saturday, I was there, but didn't see him. At dark, I finally had to come out of the blind and stopped behind it to make a nature call against a tree.
Suddenly I hard the leaves rustle and a snort behind me. Yeah, it was him standing about 9 yards away looking at me, and my rifle was leaning against blind out of reach. I reached for my gun, but he was gone into the dark woods. He probably heard me all the way home fussing.
For the next 5 days I didn't see him or get a pic on the trail cam of him. My friend kept telling me the buck had me figured out. Finally Thursday evening I decided to change up and just set under some trees along my harvested soybean field and see if I could get a doe or something. (I need the meat).
I had changed back to my Marlin 336 in .35 Remington with the scope that my dad handed down to me.
I saw a doe come out in the field, but she was a ways off and I wasn't sure of my shot, so I held off. Friday morning I was there again, no blind, just setting under some trees and brush and about 8:30 I see my buck walking out of some woods on an adjoining field and head across the far corner of my property. I put the scope on him and followed him, but I was worried about taking the shot so far out and him moving. When he got to the end of my field before going into the next set of woods, he stopped and looked back. I knew this would be my last chance as the weather was calling for storms the next day and then the season would be over on Monday.
I squeezed the trigger and he dropped where he stood. I have never been so excited since my first deer. When he dropped in the grass on that field edge, I never saw him get up. After a little bit, I went to check, and there he lay. The longest shot of my life turned out to be 136 yards with a range finder. That little Marlin and the Hornady ammo shot true and it was a lung, liver shot. He's not a big 8 pointer, but I worked hard for him, and he IS going on the wall.
Suddenly I hard the leaves rustle and a snort behind me. Yeah, it was him standing about 9 yards away looking at me, and my rifle was leaning against blind out of reach. I reached for my gun, but he was gone into the dark woods. He probably heard me all the way home fussing.
For the next 5 days I didn't see him or get a pic on the trail cam of him. My friend kept telling me the buck had me figured out. Finally Thursday evening I decided to change up and just set under some trees along my harvested soybean field and see if I could get a doe or something. (I need the meat).
I had changed back to my Marlin 336 in .35 Remington with the scope that my dad handed down to me.
I saw a doe come out in the field, but she was a ways off and I wasn't sure of my shot, so I held off. Friday morning I was there again, no blind, just setting under some trees and brush and about 8:30 I see my buck walking out of some woods on an adjoining field and head across the far corner of my property. I put the scope on him and followed him, but I was worried about taking the shot so far out and him moving. When he got to the end of my field before going into the next set of woods, he stopped and looked back. I knew this would be my last chance as the weather was calling for storms the next day and then the season would be over on Monday.
I squeezed the trigger and he dropped where he stood. I have never been so excited since my first deer. When he dropped in the grass on that field edge, I never saw him get up. After a little bit, I went to check, and there he lay. The longest shot of my life turned out to be 136 yards with a range finder. That little Marlin and the Hornady ammo shot true and it was a lung, liver shot. He's not a big 8 pointer, but I worked hard for him, and he IS going on the wall.
