216 lbs. just over 18” inside spread. Love got him killed. He was chasing two does hard. About 6:40 the two does popped out running pretty hard, they both stopped and looked back. I figured there was a buck behind them, but couldn’t see through the thick brush. He popped through the first opening and I could tell he was a good one. I repositioned to the next opening where I thought he would give me a shot and he cleared the 10 yard gap in less than a second. I had one more smaller gal about 8 feet where I knew it would be my last chance before he hades into the super thick stuff where the does went. I took a chance at timing it right, and let out my best Ric Flair “whooo” and he stopped right in that gap for a split second and I had enough time to put the .270 right on the high shoulder. Shot went straight through the heart, and I heard him crash just down from where he was shot.
After I sat there for a minute or two letting things calm down when the same two does came back out still running hard. There was another 8 point on them, slightly smaller, but still a great buck. They zig zagged their way through the thick brush providing me with the entertainment I needed to calm my emotions. I waited another 30 minutes or so just to make sure I gave him time to expire and climbed down to see “ground gainage” which is way better than ground shrinkage!!!
2020 has been a rough year for all of us, and I’m no different. I’ve hunted with my now 73 year old father for the last 30 years. He experienced a heart attack back in September, and although the quadruple bipass was a success, he had a series of strokes through the process. He has recently come out of an 8 week coma, and has a voice box in his trach which allows him to speak some. He is a mere shell of himself, some days not even knowing who I or my mom is. I would have given anything for him to have been there with me this morning, but I’m thankful he’s here at all, and I can’t wait to tell him the story. It’s funny how the outdoors can put people with you even when they are not able to be there physically, but I heard him talk years ago about stopping a buck with the Ric Flair “whooo” and that was the first thing I thought of as soon as the ring of the rifle dissipated.
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