There is a balance in my opinion. On one hand, I don't want to sound like I am bragging or cocky. On the other hand, I am proud of the buck. The night I killed him I knew instantly I wanted to shoot. I had a split second to size him up and decide. Pulled camera card on the way out and checked it after getting home. Pictures looked like a deer 20" smaller than he was. (The pictures on this camera card pull were the only ones I had of him and I had never seen him from the stand.) I was a bit deflated thinking I talked myself into something because of some stupid pictures. Couple this with the fact I made a poor shot and my emotions were all over the map. Euphoria at the shot. Frustration at the sight of the arrow hitting back. Let down when looking at the deceptive pictures. Anxiety not knowing if we would find him. I was all over the place. We recovered him the next morning and I was quite pleasantly surprised. The pictures had lied to me. The deer we recovered matched my initial impression of him much better than the pics I have of him. I would shoot this buck again next year and the year after Albert.
Not sure if this explains things or not. Hard to express in words through the keyboard at times. I will say this: The emotions of the moment are not interfering with my words anymore. The deer is on my wall and I cannot stop checking him out. Mike did an amazing job. The thing mesmerizes me. I have to pinch myself to see if i really killed the buck hanging there. I fear sounding arrogant typing this. Not the case. I feel extremely blessed to have tagged this buck. Now. . . does that sound like I am happy with him? lol
How did I know you would feel this way? I saw your pictures. You and your wife have quite the display of wildlife if memory serves me right. lmao
Thanks Brian. Thank you all.
