Day #2 buck#2
My buck is nothing to brag about, but it has some memories involved, cause dad was with me and there was 3 more bucks with mine. A batchalor heard with 4 bucks in it. I did not now this, all I saw was the 1 buck standing there. I pulled up and shot him at about 150 yards or so. He pretty much piled up right there, Then it got EXCITING when my buck fell the other 3 came into view and there was a brute with him. He was about 24-25 wide 4x5 with about 10 fronts and matching backs, just a beast. My dad and I watched him for 2-4 minutes or so, he walked up to about 80 towards us and we were just in aw, a buck that big, that close and my deer is in the background laying dead. A true bittersweet moment. Watching the buck of a lifetime at 80 yards with a rifle in my hand and nothing I could do about it.
Here is some pics of my buck and the meat pole back at camp. 2 days of packing out deer and we were wooped.
