VAspeedgoat
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I had a good feeling about hunting this evening. Got things squared on the farm, and got my youngest son out of school. My older son had wrestling practice plus he had just been on his first pronghorn hunt so this would be some good on on one time.
We slowly got to a place that always seems like there is buck sign during this time in the rut. Spotted a doe with a buck hot on her heels. They were heading towards the neighbors so we backed out if the woods and tried to beat them to it. We got to where I wanted to be and let him sit on a natural shooting lane while I maneuvered to watch a different corridor. I wasn't very far away and heard a strange pop. A few minutes later this buck came with his girlfriend right in front of me. Afterwords I found out the pop was his muzzleloader misfiring. I never thought I'd feel sad with my biggest bodied deer. He was 170# which is a big deer here. I'm trying to call it our buck, and he is happy for me but man I feel bad for him.
Heres a picture of how it should have looked.
We slowly got to a place that always seems like there is buck sign during this time in the rut. Spotted a doe with a buck hot on her heels. They were heading towards the neighbors so we backed out if the woods and tried to beat them to it. We got to where I wanted to be and let him sit on a natural shooting lane while I maneuvered to watch a different corridor. I wasn't very far away and heard a strange pop. A few minutes later this buck came with his girlfriend right in front of me. Afterwords I found out the pop was his muzzleloader misfiring. I never thought I'd feel sad with my biggest bodied deer. He was 170# which is a big deer here. I'm trying to call it our buck, and he is happy for me but man I feel bad for him.
Heres a picture of how it should have looked.