This years gun season was far different than those of the past. Typically I sit opening morning and perform deer drives the remainder of the week. Majority of our group wanted to sit Monday and perhaps start doing drives on Tuesday. Monday's weather was looking nasty, rainy and windy. With that in mind, I decided to pull an audible and head south with Randy and Hunter. We hunted all day Monday in the rain, being sheltered in a blind set up near a saddle. Opening day produce only two deer, a small doe and basket 6 point. Tuesday we woke up to a winter wonder land and headed in before daylight. Despite the gorgeous conditions, we didn't see any deer all morning. Around lunch we collapsed the blind, packed out, and started the journey back north. Wednesday I made it down to Ryan's for some drives and managed to put some meat in the freezer on the first push. After the day was through, we had a couple of guys in our group come down with Covid symptoms. Thursday and Friday I decided not to hunt, but rather catch up on some house/yard work. Saturday rolled around and I joined a different group to try some small pushes on state land. The morning only produced a glance at 2 does and a buck from a guy in our party. We broke around 3 and I headed home. I decided to sit in the blind on our property for the evening. That night I had 4 does come into the plot and feed at a mere 12 yards. I opted to pass on the does as I already had one hanging. Up to this point I had only seen 2 shooters while on stand. In total, I hunted 2 states and 8 counties. After talking with Hunter on Saturday night, I told him to come over and fill a doe tag at my place, he had yet put any meat in the freezer. So now it's the last day of gun week and I'm still sitting on a buck tag. Hunter shows up for the evening hunt (looking like a bag of smashed up assholes LOL) and we get settled around 345. The first hour produced no sightings of deer. Right around 5pm I snuck out the back of the blind to take a leak and glass the cut corn to the South. Shit. 9 deer were out grazing already. Usually when this happens, they don't make their way over until after shooting light. While we sat there waiting for the light to fade so we can put the guns away, I catch movement to east on the opposite side of the plowed bean field. "Hunter, theres a deer running." I threw the binos up to take a look. I notice it's a young doe. About that time, I catch more movement. "Buck, hunter." "She's gonna bring him right to us, get the gun ready, I'll film." This buck was a smaller 8 point, but potentially Hunters biggest. GAME ON. The young doe makes it across the field in no time, headed right for us. She gets to roughly 70 yards, when suddenly hunter whispers loudly, "Big Buck, Big Buck, Nate get your gun". I completely rejected him, "stop fucking around, concentrate on killing this deer." "No, seriously, get your gun." About that time I turn and look out the window to the North and all I see is big body and good bone. A big 9 point that I have trail cam pictures of is walking straight towards the doe and now the quickly advancing smaller buck. The big nine gets to about 75 yards and I let out a soft "meh". He slowly stops and looks our direction, perfectly broadside. Several seconds go by and then, POW! The big nine folds like a sack of bricks. We start high fiving and softly yelling. As we gain composure, we both look out to see the other two deer still standing in place wondering what the hell just happened. At this point the smaller 8 is probably 130-150 yards out, with the doe at roughly 70. "I'm gonna take the doe", Hunter whispered. "Hold on, let me get my phone out." "Ok, I got her, go ahead and take her when you're ready." POW.. The young doe takes the impact and does a quick 180 and about blew what was left of her shoulder out. She runs behind a big evergreen out of sight. Now were ecstatic! We made some phone calls and snuck out of the blind to glass the field to see if she made it out. We didn't lay eyes on her, so we decided to head back to the garage, have a beer and give her some time. After waiting roughly 2 hours after the shots, we headed back out to claim our prizes. Since we didn't see her dead in the field, we headed into the thick crp to do a body search. After combing through the first acre or so, we had nothing to go on. We then went to recover my buck. Which is another story for the campfire. We get my buck loaded up on the quad and dropped off at the house. We head back out after contacting a few neighbors, letting them know if they saw flashlights, it was us. We tracked nearly 1.5 miles of CRP without a trace of his deer. We decided to try and find where she was standing at the shot, which we knew would be difficult due to it being plowed, tracks everywhere, and no reference point of where she stood. We walked out in the direction she was and stopped around the 70 yard mark and started angling towards the direction she ran. Within 5 minutes I move my light ahead to the South, "Hey, there she is Hunter!" More high fives and fist bumps proceeded. We just doubled up on the last day of gun season. Both of us put in a ton of work in this year hunting both public and private, it was really cool to experience a hunt like this. One I'll never forget.