I had been patterning the buck all summer. Had encounters with him in bow range on two hunts prior to the night I shot him without getting a shot. Finally he came in Wednesday night and I shot him at 18 yards. Shot was fairly low so after tracking him for about 150 yards with no luck we decided to back out and found him the next morning dead in his bed. The shot had barely nicked the bottom of his heart but it was just enough to do him in. He’s my biggest buck to date and I couldn’t be any prouder of him.
