1970 something 😆. A fella (who is still in camp) and I were taking a stroll. We ended up in one of the old family haunts, it was warm for November but the wind was blowing. We dropped down onto a bench and sat there for a bit. I told him to watch from the right, it’s the way the deer move in this particular area, right to left. The migrations would come from the north, then stage, then depending on weather would continue, some would move miles to the north and some would drop right into our back pocket, if we could be patient. We were there for maybe an hour, both layed out on the hillside and benches, about 150yrds apart. I fell asleep. I woke up and looked at the sun, it was a few minutes away from setting, I looked over to see my buddy standing straight up, rifle shouldered, pointing almost straight down hill. BOOM, I get up and head over, on the way 2 more shots. I get there and find a beautiful buck laying about 50 yards underneath my buddy, I asked “ 3 shots?” , he said “there was 3 bucks! I missed the first 2”😆 I sat and glassed the other 2 while they were cresting a bench, both silhouetted , two nice 4 points, the one my buddy got was the same. Those 3 bucks must have been bedded together , when he shot about 30-40 does busted out to the opposite direction. The three bucks went opposite, all she wrote. He said he couldn’t get his eyes focused after he woke up, when he looked down hill he said all I seen was horns and eyeballs!😆
