RyGuy
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It’s a decent buck, but also Dad is at the point that I’m sure he’ll shoot any legal buck. He pulls the rifle up and I watch the buck cautiously ease behind a big Russian olive tree. “I can’t see him, where’d he go?” Dad asks.
“He just went behind that tree, I can see him through the branches. He’s gonna step out, get ready”
The buck steps out to the right into a small opening and I make that classic “MRAAP” grunt type noise that all of us hunters make. It works perfectly and the buck stops broadside, looking in our direction. Time seems to stand still as I anxiously watch through my binoculars. I hold my breath and expect to see the buck crumple.
After what felt like an hour the buck anxiously walks behind a tree and then out into another small opening. What the heck??
I grunt again, and this time the buck is on high alert but he makes the mistake of stopping one more time.
Again I hold my breath, and again no shot!! The buck trots away into thick cover and out of our lives.
In my mind I’m overwhelmed with confusion and frustration, I want to yell at the top of my lungs WHAT THE F&$@ JUST HAPPENED?? Instead I just look over at dad and attempt to stay calm. I’m sure my face looked like this though:
Dad is livid. He knows he just blew his one chance after 3 days of hard hunting. He snaps branches, he throws his hat, he curses everyone and everything within a 10 mile radius.
“He just went behind that tree, I can see him through the branches. He’s gonna step out, get ready”
The buck steps out to the right into a small opening and I make that classic “MRAAP” grunt type noise that all of us hunters make. It works perfectly and the buck stops broadside, looking in our direction. Time seems to stand still as I anxiously watch through my binoculars. I hold my breath and expect to see the buck crumple.
After what felt like an hour the buck anxiously walks behind a tree and then out into another small opening. What the heck??
I grunt again, and this time the buck is on high alert but he makes the mistake of stopping one more time.
Again I hold my breath, and again no shot!! The buck trots away into thick cover and out of our lives.
In my mind I’m overwhelmed with confusion and frustration, I want to yell at the top of my lungs WHAT THE F&$@ JUST HAPPENED?? Instead I just look over at dad and attempt to stay calm. I’m sure my face looked like this though:
Dad is livid. He knows he just blew his one chance after 3 days of hard hunting. He snaps branches, he throws his hat, he curses everyone and everything within a 10 mile radius.