Ever get too close to a trophy deer. This picture was full frame. Wish I could say it was a big stalk, but was drving and I spotted him and he looked like another deer I like. I about crapped. I pulled up with the camera and had the 1.4 on. I ripped it off and got out of the truck. I was too close it wouldn't focus. He kept bleating at me. I ran backwards to get some distance between us, WELL....that hit his natural instinct to pursue. He started coming at me with his rut gate. GLARING and BLEATING. I'm like crap. I was trying to get back without getting skewered. I stood my ground with the big white lens and I guess that was enough. He turned away. FINALLY in range, but from behind. DAMN IT. I started following him. He checked a doe then moved on. I saw that I only had about 10 pics left on the card. I yelled at booner to dig out a new card and I was selective. I changed cards and he spotted two does on the hill. OFF he went. I am hoping I got a couple full frame shots of him instead of half a deer. That was so frickin cool I have a hard time evaluating the deer. I think he was about 3.5-4.5 years old. He is a carbon copy right down to a weak fork of his Daddy or brother. He lacks mass and some width of him. but HOLY MOLY. If he survives another year, I know where I will be hunting.
