So we settle the gun issue and Fred grabs HB's blaze orange vest. About then we look down the center of the cornfield where Scott had cut a pass and see a doe. We ask Nick if he wants to try and get after it, he says no. Like I said he was pretty upset. So I tell Fred to get after it He says the only way he will is if I go with him. We just kinda walk down the cut path and the deer just stands there watching us, it was really weird. Fred says how far are we? I tell him 80 yards, he says I wanna get closer. We creep up some more and I tell him we are 60 yards and you better shoot or I will. I also tell him HB and I sighted in that gun and it is dead nuts from 60 yards. Fred pulls up, fires and the doe drops We walk up and she is down for good. fred says well we have 10 minutes of legal time left are you going to try and stalk up on the deer that Nick was going to go after?? I look back and Nick is still hanging his head and say what the heck I'll see if it is still there. Mind you probably 15 minutes or more have gone by since we last saw the deer.
I cut through the unpicked corn with Fred on my heels until I reach the end of it. I peek my head out and the deer is still hanging on the edge of the uncut corn. We both agree it is a buck based on the body size but we are too far to see how big he is. Fred says I'll get my doe gutted so I don't dick you up. I stay like 4 rows in on the edge of the corn and head toward the deer. I am trying to cover 2-300 yards as quietly as I can but I know time is running out.
I get to 100 yards and peek out agian and see the deer is still there. I duck back into the corn and try to close the gap. I get to within about 60 yards and the corn is blown down and I have no cover left. As I said it is pouring down rain, I get my binos on him and cannot tell for sure how good a buck he is. With the corn as a backdrop his rack really blended in. I can tell he is outside of his ears for sure but not much more detail than that. Mind you he has snapped his head up and is eyeballing me. My goal every season is to kill a buck bigger than I have on the wall.......I debate and decide I am going to hope nothing is busted on him I can't see. He is facing me at 60 yards and I put the Simmons crosshairs the center of his chest...BOOM!! He turns and runs out into the plowed field hauling balls. I shoot agian with a 6' lead on him and see my slug splash mud and water 6' behind him. I adjust my lead on the third shot to 12' and let it fly.
Nothing, no sign of a hit and I am beginning to think I have somehow missed him. I watch him run wide open like nothing is wrong across the plowed field, 100 yards, 200 yards, 300 yards, 400 yards. By now I am really discusted with myself. Then at 450 yards I see him tumble!!!
About this time Hunter comes running up to me and right behind him is HB in his truck. We convene and I ask what HB is still doing here?? He said he was taking off his wet clothes. He said for Hunter and I to jump in the bed of his truck and direct him to when the deer was. I had lined up where he dropped with some irrigation equipment. Off we went.