After a night's sleep and a full day's contemplation, I am certain yesterday's morning hunt was the single best hunt in 19 years on the farm and battles Veteran's Day 2003 as the greatest deer hunt of my 24 year archery career. Caveat being nothing died, but the action was unparalleled. What I witnessed in that chase sequence was made for TV drama. I passed 3 solid three year olds, only to see them AND my #1 dogging the same doe, with another promising young buck thrown in the mix.
When the doe hit the ridge top and circled below my stand, the Big 6 went through some of the gnarliest thick stuff and stopped a full sprint to spin on a dime and throw his rack into the buck behind him, letting out a roar like I've only heard one other time (my 2021 buck did it once). I still have no idea how he even knew that other buck was there with all the racket they were making. The woods literally erupted in those moments, with me yelling at him being background noise!
I've been kicking myself all day for how I could have handled it differently, mostly the second encounter. During the first encounter, I did come to full draw, but I couldn't tell you if I ever saw a pin or if I was even looking through my peep. He never stopped and was moving at a good clip, but I feel like a trad guy could have made it count at 3 yards. I wonder if I shouldn't have let it fly, but I felt like it was the right thing to do in the moment. It'll be one of those moments I'll never forget. I was essentially watching one of the most iconic whitetail rut moments in existence while at full draw and I was mesmerized by the moment.
I've worked my ass off for 19 years on that farm for that moment and it almost played out like scripted. My only hope is that it's not another 19 before I experience it again.