So we are still waiting for the deer to keep feeding up. After what seems like for ever they cross onto the public land which was about 300 yards from where we had set up. Things are getting really good, the wind still stiff from the south. They are coming in straight from the east. Luckily we had decided to make sure we were far enough to the north to get the wind right.
Now the doe has moved into 200 yards and is feeding into a little finger to our south. The buck is about 80 yards behind her and following her up. The finger just to our south. She feeds around just out of view and we wait for the buck to follow. We gets around the point and we make our move. We sneak up into the trees just where we had last seen the buck. Figuring they had enough time to feed up above us, I was really surprised when we walked right into the buck at 49 yards. Luckily I just saw his antlers in the trees then he put his head back down to feed and sniff. We sat and waited. He never stepped out where we sat up. So after what seemed like forever we sneak up and can’t find the deer. They had to be close…
We use the trees and cover and are now walking in directly behind them. We hit the tree edge hiding in the shade of trees and see both the doe and buck feeding about 100 yards out.
We get the sticks set up. The deer are due west of us now. We are between them and the private and the sun is now in their eyes. I can’t believe how it all worked out.
As we set up the big pod for my son, he gets settled in and ready. They are feeding straight away, before I can say wait for him to turn both him and the doe turn broadside on their next step. My son readies, I tell him behind the shoulder. I get my Binos up and tell him to take the shot when he can. The Binos hit the deer and I see blood on the right Daisy of his face as he looks back at us. Then bam, the shot hits and the buck is down instantly. Not even a wiggle.
My son was super excited. It is his second big game tag and his second animal. He was so excited. He wanted a whitetail so bad. He has grown up with mule deer. All he had seen for years, all he had hunted. White tails were exciting and different.
We hugged and cried a bit before making our way up to his first white tail.
The shot was a high shoulder shot and took out the spine. The blood you see was all over his antlers and more. He had about a 1” cut at the base of his right ear. The when we got up too him the wound was packed full of ice and snow from over night. His blood was pretty bright red, but I believe there was a bunch of blood from another buck on his antlers as well. There was a bunch of older dark blood on his antlers as well.