My cell phone went to vibrating at 5:58 this evening. That's a good sign and gets me just as excited as seeing a deer myself. I slip the phone out of my pocket and sure enough it's Kay. This is gonna be a good conversation. She is hunting the stand where 3 big bucks had been hanging out, but the trail cam showed they had not been there in several days. It's the time of year when the buck groups break up, the boys that have been hanging together since last spring turn naughty and fight each other over the breeding rights. There had been another buck coming that must have bad geans, 2 1/2 yrs old, 160 lbs but kinda slight on the horns. The kind of buck that needs to be taken out. Kay had seen him many times but let him go hoping to take one of his larger cousins. As bow season is winding down, we talked about the "resident buck" and decided the next chance she had would be his last. Back to the phone call. Kay said "resident buck" won't be resident anymore. She had made what she thought was a good shot, marked the last spot she saw him, also heard him making noise in the brush just out of her sight for a few seconds in the same spot. ALL THAT SOUNDED GOOD to me. I packed up my stuff and hoped in the truck for a half mile ride to where she was. When I got there, her perfect shot had downed the buck right where she heard him crash, not more than 50 yds from her stand. He's not a big racked trophy, but a nice buck who's time had come. She still has another buck tag left for the big boys.
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