So the story starts with me packing everything the night before the hunt at 1in the morning because of football. I set my alarm for 430 and head to bed. The next thing I know my dad wakes me up and it's 630 am. I'm beyond mad at this point but am still excited for the hunt. So we get in the truck and realize we need fuel. Great there goes another 10 min plus the hour and a half drive to the trail head. So we get to the trail head and I get "the feeling" and have to go squat next to a tree then it starts pouring. So I look on the bright side and say "well hey rains a good thing". So we start our 5mile hike to our honey hole and don't see a single deer on the way (which Is really unusual for the spot). So we get to the honey hole drop our packs and hydrate. We finish drinkin out water pick up our guns and hide the packs. We start walking down road #1 and no sooner does a chinook helicopter fly 100ft above our heads louder than anything possible
. My dad wants to go back to the packs and wait for everything to settle down after the helicopter hurricane that just went over us, but being the impatient 18yr old I am I said no lets keep going. We walk 200yds down the road and I stop to glass real quick but my dad keeps walking. I see the mysterious brown spot between 2 trees about 150yds away pull up the Binos and see it move. I can tell the body was huge and was probably a buck so I whistle at my dad. He comes over and I tell him where it is and I'm sitting down waiting for it to pop it's houd out. What seemed like 3 hours was about 30sec and he stepped out. What happened next seemed automatic antlers check BOOM. He drops in his tracks the 300 win mag(my decision if any of you remember about my earlier 200 reply post). I then remember what I had seen in my scope a huge rack with a lot of mass and I start freaking out. I didn't remember how many point I just remembered BIG. We go to look at him and go through the process are you sure it was a buck? "Yea, I think? I hope." But I knew he was a buck. We see his huge white belly and I start freaking out he's a 4x3 with a thick beautiful rack! This is my first buck! I am beyond excited! We are 5miles in so we bone him out and put him in our packs and make our way down the mountain to finish the perfect day. As a reference to the deer I'm 6ft 1 195 lbs
