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My earlier season hunting had been half-hearted, as I knew I wanted to hunt with my mom during late season rifle. I had a Weyco pass and had bought her one as well to accompany me, and as my interest in hunting has a lot to do with familial bonding and maintaining tradition, I really wanted to share that with her. The antlers hanging in my house are from my grandpa back in the 1960s and his legacy is one I am trying to honor (along with the hundred other reasons I hunt).After a near-miss on a heavy bodied 3 point on Halloween, I knew where I wanted to be coming opening morning. We parked a ways off from the cut I wanted to hunt, and as the fog was blowing in I took out my phone to take a picture of my mom. This hunt was about time with my mom, not success on a deer. As I photographed her glassing a ridge near the cut, she whispered "I think I see a deer!"Now, my mom jokes like this all the time so I was 100% certain she was pulling my chain, and I said so. She responded "Honey, I think I see a deer and I think it has antlers".Keep in mind this is about 2 minutes after getting to that cut. I pull out my binos and sure enough, a beautiful buck with a regal crown of antlers is standing on the opposite ridge staring at us fully alert. I immediately whispered to my mom "Don't move".I slowly stowed my binos and went prone, only to realize that there was more of a hump in the hill than I expected and I couldn't see the deer through my scope when prone. I quietly removed my pack and propped the rifle on it - still no line of sight. Sure that I'd blown it, I sat on my butt and propped the rifle on my knee to stabilize. Finally a shot window! Somehow the buck hadn't moved, and I settled my breathing and pulled the trigger. My scope didn't move much and I maintained focus but the deer had vanished. He'd vanished so quickly that I knew I had to have dropped him in his tracks. The shot was 176 yards with a .308.My mom was panicking as she'd lost him in the binos and thought we'd wounded him. She wanted to track right through that cut and find out. Somehow, I was calm and composed and told her that we needed to stealthily loop around the road and come across to get a better approach angle on his position so that we can decide how to handle it.We reached a hill that gave us a better vantage but neither of us could glass him up. I hiked through some brutal cut debris and eventually found him laying there, and my heart raced. I contained a loud yell of celebration but only barely. I hiked back up to my mom, told her the good news, and we went to get the truck.My mom is fairly disabled so it took us a long time to get her down to where the deer was, but it was worth it. She got to share the entire experience start to finish with me and she couldn't be prouder. She said my grandpa would've had a big smile on his face. My mom fondly reminds me that my grandpa never said "I love you" to anyone until I was born, and then it unlocked something and he was able to express himself.Last night we got home, stowed the meat safely and both slept like the dead. We get the rest of the weekend to hang out, talk, and celebrate.I've been a whiny, petulant child about my frustrations with hunting. I learned a lot this season, and now I know: This is possible. I can do this. It won't be easy, but it *will* be rewarding.Thanks for all the help. I've had a lot of support from these forums.Special thanks: Rainier, 7mmFan, others I've chatted with
