Hunting in the north country in November you never know what the weather will do. It can turn from a beautiful fall day to winter in a matter of hours. Such was the case the day I killed the "Snowstorm buck". I had been sitting over a good scrap for several days with no luck. A sunny afternoon suddenly got dark and snowflakes as big as marbles started to fall. The ground was fast turning white and visibility wasn't more than 50yd's.
I saw the antlers coming out of the white wall of snow. He started to circle downwind of the scrap. After sitting for several hours it only took a minute from the time I saw the buck until I took the shot. He ran down the hill, across the Armstrong and into the big cedar swamp. I had to track him fast before the snow covered the blood trail. Once he reached the cover of the swamp he turned south towards the Brule river and Wisconsin. He went down about 50yd's short on the river and I found him after dark. I dressed him out and pulled down a sapling and tied his rack to it with my bow string....propped him up the best I could and headed for camp.
The following morning we had 18" of fresh snow. It took some doing but with the help of a fellow bowhunter who had a camp in the next section we located the buck. I knew about where he would be but with so much snow it was hard to find him. We spotted the antlers sticking up out of the snow, if I hadn't propped him up we probably wouldn't have found him until the spring thaw.
Coming up the Armstrong.
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