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This will only be my thrid season of elk hunting since I moved here so no good stories there. I will tell you about when I shot my very first white tail buck when I was 12 years old. 30 yards away shot him broad side and he came a running straight at me and my brother. All I could think of was keeping him in the scope and pulling the trigger with my .308. By the third shot he was within 2 feet of me and my brother. I could have reached out a grabbed his antlers. He turned and rolled down a little rock pile but not after my brother shot it in the arse with his .410. He wasn't old enough to hunt big game yet. The deer was it is death throughs kicking on its back. I try to shoot it in the head and missed. I am shaking like a leaf trying to reload but then realized the buck was dead but my brother grabs a big rock and chucks it at its head. Of course it shatters of the longest tine on one side. It was a perfect 10 pointer. So once we figure out that it is dead. My brother takes off because we are hunting on our uncles 100 acres, to get help. So here is the scared part. I am sitting on the deer gun loaded watching for wolves. This was in the early to mid 80's in northern MN. Wolves everywhere. Needless to say I was jumping at every little sound until the tractor and trailer showed up 15 minutes later. To me it felt like 4 hours.
Hey Bull.....Awesome