Went hunting with some friends of mine near LaGrange GA......dove in the woods at 5 o'clock Saturday evening and almost had two 8 pointers before dark.
1st one hung up at a creek crossing and it was sniffing around...I knew what was fixing to happen.....
I'd crossed the creek there myself, and it smelled me on the canes and blew outta there...If it would have crossed the creek, I'd have had a 12 yard shot.
2nd one came bounding along the creek, same side I was on from behind me. I spotted it looking over my right shoulder behind the tree I was standing in front of. I saw it drift away from the creek and was going to cross over a little rise...or so I thought.
Soon as the buck, bigger than the 1st one, got behind a row of trees 60 yards away, I slowly turned to my left to see if I could get a shot as he passed some 20 yards away or so I hoped.
When I got turned my eyes picked him up and he was headed straight toward me, and coming full trot and was closing the cap real quick!...He kept coming till he was THREE yards from me, and stopped. I could have just about reached out with my bow and poked his nose...but I dare not move. I just looked at his head that was down, and just wondered when he'd see me.
He moved to his left, and I didn't know if he was going to come right by my tree or cross the creek, so I held...the instant plan was to let him pass before I moved, and when I heard him get passed me I'd wheel around for a shot...but I heard him step in the water and I stepped out from behind the tree only in time to see him climb out and part the canes on the other side.
He continued on his journey till he was out of ear shot, and the only pause he made was basically at my feet, he never knew I was there.....things were looking good for tomorrow!