This past weekend, after over two weeks of hunting various parts of Wisconsin, things finally came together for me while hunting just a few miles from home.
I was hunting a narrow strip of cedars that run out toward a cornfield to the west. Anticipating west to east morning travel, I was surprised by this eight pt. doing just the opposite. It had rained the night before, so I never heard his approach through the thick cedars.
When I first saw him, he was 15 yards and closing. I thought for sure I'd get busted, but he continued by me at four yards. I let him get broadside before I drew, and hit him about mid-body as he quartered past. He kicked his back legs out and bolted north and then disappeared to the east. I waited an hour and found him about eighty yards away. He'd just made it out of my sight before going down.
After blowing a shot at a different eight pt. in northern Wisconsin a week and a half earlier, I was more than happy with this buck on the tail end of vacation time.
Topic: Final weekend whitetail buck (Read 2331 times)
