PA Rifle Buck
The first two days of rifle season came and passed just as quickly.
I knew the first Monday of the season would be a good day with many people still taking off work to go. Even though Sara and I went to work, we quit a little early anticipating that it would be a good afternoon to hunt.
We made our way back the shale road spooking 4 deer off the hillside and after parking the car we began walking to the stand. As we walked the wind howled and I was beginning to question if we should have skipped out of work early to hunt at all.
About 40 yards from the stand a herd of deer busted out of the brush and just as quickly as I saw a flash, the gun came to my shoulder but there didn’t appear to be any bucks present.
So we climbed into the stand and got ourselves situated.
Not long after I spotted a couple of deer about 250 yards up the hill but they turned out to be doe and just as quickly as I saw them they disappeared back into the brush.
We continued to sit and since we took a bunch of measurements while we were working I began ordering supplies for the countertops.
I couldn't help but keep thinking I was hearing a bleat through all the wind and I asked Sara if she heard it. It took her about a minute but she picked up on the sound and we both began looking around. She spotted the deer coming at us and it continued bleating as it came closer. It finally reached about 30 yards and turned heading back in the direction it came from, just calling away for a friend to come find her.
With her out of sight, I began paying for my order, and just as I finished and placed the order a deer blew. Sara and I both began scouring the woods and as quickly as she saw it she said “That’s a buck”. As she said that the deer turned and began to run.
I slid the window open, grabbed the gun, and cranked the scope up all in a split second before the gun met my shoulder.
Just as my eye came down to the scope I could see a tall G2 and G3. He stopped and looked back as thick brush covered him in the scope but one spot high on his shoulder seemed clear. The crosshairs found that little hole and the gun barked.
The buck disappeared so I made quick work of climbing down and crossing the creek. I walked as quietly as I could up to where I thought he was and I found him. One more shot for good measure left Sara and I dragging a deer out only an hour after getting in the stand.