Hunter: Montana Archer
Points: 8 (4L, 4R)
County: Walton
Season: 2015-2016
Hunt Story
On Nov. 7, 2015, me and my dad went hunting. During this hunt, my dad asked me where I wanted to hunt. I thought about the question for a minute and thought about the stands that we could hunt. I remembered that the weekend before we saw a big buck in the front field of the property where we hunt. This buck was about 80 yards in front of the enclosed box stand that me and my dad built back over the summer. This stand overlooked the field where we had seen a nice buck the weekend before. The weather was a little warm and a chance of rain. My dad took my brother to his stand as I waited in our camper getting snacks for the hunt. My dad returned, and we walked to the stand. Me and my dad were sitting in the stand for a couple of hours and had not seen anything. My dad grabbed his rattle box and hit it a few times. I asked if I could rattle. My dad handed me his rattle box, and I rattled for a few seconds. It was getting closer and closer to dark, and we had not seen anything. Everything was quiet, and I heard my dad say to me, “There is a deer.” I asked where, as my dad pointed to our left under the concealment of the sides of the box stand. The next words out of my dad's mouth were, “It's a nice buck.” At this time, I saw the deer to our left. The deer was in the process of jumping the fence as I saw the deer enter the field. I grabbed my gun and slowly raised my gun up. In the process, the buck looked at the box stand. When he looked, I stopped moving. The deer then looked across the field. The deer trotted into the field for about 20 yards, and I raised my gun up and got ready. My dad whispered to me, “Get him in the crosshairs with my scope on the front shoulder of the buck.” My dad also whispered to me, “When you are ready, slowly squeeze the trigger.” The deer stopped and looked up where we were in the box stand, at this time I squeezed the trigger and shot the buck. The buck fell right where it was standing. Me and my dad were in the stand celebrating and waiting in the event the buck jumped back up. I wanted to get down and go see the buck, so we left our stuff in the box stand and walked down to the buck. This was about 80 yards from the box stand. During the walk, each step as exciting as the first, as we approached the buck you could see the antlers sticking up from the grass. My dad said it was a better buck than he thought. As I got to him, I laid my gun down and grabbed his antlers and admired my first big buck. It was the best hunt of my life!
