That is an awesome story with an awesome memory.I was 12 years old and it was my very first weekend of blacktail deer hunting.
My dad had one rule...to have his permission to shoot.
We walked up a dirt road that climbed to the top of a ridge. It was about 7:30 am and the sun was rising off my right shoulder.
We stopped to glass the canyon below. I got bored and put the glasses down. The road made a hard 90 degree turn about 30 yards from us to the right.
I saw a shadow growing on the road at the bend.
A Giant 4 point blacktail walked into full view standing on MY road!
I said "Dad, there's one!".
He is still glassing the canyon and says "Where?"
I yanked the binos off his face and he gets POed!
He sees the buck who is staring at us and says "Shoot!".
I proceed to eject every round out of the top of my Winchester 94 lever action.
The buck dives off the road and down into the canyon.
By the time I reload and run the 30 yards, the buck is 250 yards and flying.
Dad's already shooting and I emptied my rifle. I don't think I was even aiming.
To this day, that buck from 50 years ago is the biggest blacktail buck my Dad or I have ever seen.
I nicknamed him Bambi's Dad.
Man, Buck Fever is crazy and awesome at the same time.
I had to pass on what is a pretty good one up here, I sat one windy afternoon in a stand well hid up in a tree. I saw the top of a small hardwood shake violently up at the top and went on full alert. A buck walked out and started past me in a swale, I brought up my gun and shot him as he trotted past. I watched him fall and set there collecting my thoughts and preparing to climb down when a huge older buck walked out to the swale edge and looked all around. I watched him for 10 minutes or so and checked him in the scope, he was out past the ears and had impressive tine length. I called my hunting buddy and told him what I was sitting and looking at, he simply said shoot him and give someone the other deer. I couldn't, after 15 minutes I started to climb down knowing he would never get near the stand again and would disappear into the swamp. He did and it wasn't till right after season he was hit and killed by a car crossing the road. He scored 165 and change and was the best I've personally seen in the woods hunting. View attachment 172752We live with our decisions and I'm OK with mine, I simply don't break game laws even though some of my friends couldn't believe it. Here's a good one shot up here near where I hunt great mass. Dave