Through the years, I have harvested some pretty nice bucks. In my mind, the trophy may not even be the deer. You would likely be surprised what I consider a trophy.
This year could be considered my worst deer season ever. I have never seen such a lack of big buck movement. This is my first season in 21 years that I didn't see a racked buck. I passed up several small bucks, but never saw what I was looking for. It seems I wasn't the only one in this boat. The reports that I've received from other hunters have been dismal at best. Most say they didn't see much, and if they did get a nice one, it was likely more luck than skill. Only a few people have said their plan worked flawlessly and were able to harvest a nice one.
My freezer was looking pretty hungry and something had to give. I mentioned changing tactics last week and set out to move some deer. On my first walk, I was fortunate to come across a doe. I am a meat hunter first and take does when the chance presents itself. I had walked through a small thicket and made as fast an approach possible to their escape routes. As I entered the wood line, I slowly crept through the trees. As typically happens, my heart jumped when I saw her staring me down. It was a freehand shot at just over 100 yards. I raised the gun and adjusted my scope from four to 12 power.