So I drive over 300 miles one way to hunt for Mule and Whitetail Deer. Mostly because I want to, but also because there are not that many Deer here in the Puget Sound foot hills. My hunting partner and I had a great trip over east despite the fact that we did not harvest anything.
After getting home I decided I would give some old haunts a quick look especially after the storm that blew through the night before. The pickup was ready, the pack was ready, the rifle was ready, all that needed to be done was get the kids on the bus in the AM and I'm off!
Get the kids up dressed, fed, lunches finished put together and out the door. Load them on the bus and head for the shop to get the pickup. As I am walking back into my driveway I notice a Deer down lower in the yard no big deal there have been Does around quite a bit the last few years, but it looks different; dark, thick neck, standing still as a statue, Buck!
Having done this for a few years the little voice in my head says keep walking, don't look at him, and get to the shop. After trying to break the key off getting into the shop, grab my rifle and binos then back around the shop to see if he moved. Surprisingly he is still standing in the same spot, glass him and he was staring straight at me all the while I am thinking the rack is small, but he is big bodied.
Confirm shooter take a knee level off on his throat, one shot and he is done not so much as a twitch. Get him gutted, hung, skinned, legs and head off then drop him off for processing. The scale says 153 pounds! Biggest Blacktail I have ever harvested. Here he is as he laid.
