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<blockquote data-quote="DuckHunt" data-source="post: 3100633" data-attributes="member: 85160"><p>One cold winter morning in South Carolina. One of those days where the muddy ground spewed upward with ice and crunched as you walked across the land. The path led to a small round opening in the woods. Grassy spots along the ground.</p><p></p><p>I crossed to the opposite side and climbed up into a pine tree. Using the branches as my ladder, I found a comfortable spot about 12-15 up and settled in. Did I mention it was cold? I had on my usual hunting clothes, blue jeans and a slightly heavy jacket. The jacket would have made a wonderful life jacket. Made of nylon with diamond stitching. I like that jacket!</p><p></p><p>I was only fourteen years old and was using a borrowed rifle. An old Remington 30-06 model 7400. I had never even shot the rifle, but I sure was ready to. After about 30 minutes I fired up one of my Marlboro cigarettes. The wind was blowing to the woods behind me. Suddenly, I heard a "crunch" as something stepped on some icy ground. I put the cigarette out and started watching. A few more "crunches", with a long pause between each, I finally saw something that absolutely pushed my heart into my throat – Horns! They were extending out past a small cedar tree on my left. The rack on that deer was HUGE. I could not even see its nose – just horns.</p><p></p><p>That deer walked right out in front on me, in that opening that was only about 15 yards wide and, maybe, 25 yards in length. Did I mention that buck was a Monster? Did I mention I was only 14? Did I mention was new to deer hunting? Did I mention my heart was in my throat?</p><p></p><p>I raised that rifle and, with iron sights only, thought to myself, "That limb in front on me will make the bullet miss." I leaned back against the tree and watched that buck walk right up to the tree I was in. I decided that I was going to shoot now, no limbs in the way. I started raising the gun and leaned forward for the shot. Then, that jacket i loved so much peeled the bark on that tree. That buck took one leap and was gone. In an instant he was gone.</p><p></p><p>After my stepfather and his friend "ribbed' me pretty hard – because of the tracks they saw from that deer, they sent another friend in there two weeks later. He got that Monster. A massive 10 point buck that, at that time, registered as a State record.</p><p></p><p>That was in 1976. It would be 1996 before I even had another shot at an 8 point buck. I have him on the wall. Not another shot at one since…until 3 years ago. Suffice it to say that I still only have the one mount on the wall. That is another story though...</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="DuckHunt, post: 3100633, member: 85160"] One cold winter morning in South Carolina. One of those days where the muddy ground spewed upward with ice and crunched as you walked across the land. The path led to a small round opening in the woods. Grassy spots along the ground. I crossed to the opposite side and climbed up into a pine tree. Using the branches as my ladder, I found a comfortable spot about 12-15 up and settled in. Did I mention it was cold? I had on my usual hunting clothes, blue jeans and a slightly heavy jacket. The jacket would have made a wonderful life jacket. Made of nylon with diamond stitching. I like that jacket! I was only fourteen years old and was using a borrowed rifle. An old Remington 30-06 model 7400. I had never even shot the rifle, but I sure was ready to. After about 30 minutes I fired up one of my Marlboro cigarettes. The wind was blowing to the woods behind me. Suddenly, I heard a "crunch" as something stepped on some icy ground. I put the cigarette out and started watching. A few more "crunches", with a long pause between each, I finally saw something that absolutely pushed my heart into my throat – Horns! They were extending out past a small cedar tree on my left. The rack on that deer was HUGE. I could not even see its nose – just horns. That deer walked right out in front on me, in that opening that was only about 15 yards wide and, maybe, 25 yards in length. Did I mention that buck was a Monster? Did I mention I was only 14? Did I mention was new to deer hunting? Did I mention my heart was in my throat? I raised that rifle and, with iron sights only, thought to myself, "That limb in front on me will make the bullet miss." I leaned back against the tree and watched that buck walk right up to the tree I was in. I decided that I was going to shoot now, no limbs in the way. I started raising the gun and leaned forward for the shot. Then, that jacket i loved so much peeled the bark on that tree. That buck took one leap and was gone. In an instant he was gone. After my stepfather and his friend "ribbed' me pretty hard – because of the tracks they saw from that deer, they sent another friend in there two weeks later. He got that Monster. A massive 10 point buck that, at that time, registered as a State record. That was in 1976. It would be 1996 before I even had another shot at an 8 point buck. I have him on the wall. Not another shot at one since…until 3 years ago. Suffice it to say that I still only have the one mount on the wall. That is another story though... [/QUOTE]
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